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Sunday, May 17, 2026
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Thursday, May 14, 2026
ugh
I would rather drink a cup of cold sick in a haunted house than think about this fucking book and the fucking horrible album it's about, ever again.
helmi may 2026
I can't remember if I told you that Helmi basically became a ghost for a few months there, when the only way I knew for sure she was still alive was by the fact that she was eating food in the middle of the night (she eats hard food, Nancy only eats the hard food the first serving from a newly opened bag). I did occasionally pull the bed out from beside the wall and she would run out, run away and then run back, meowing pitifully all the way.
Well now she's decided to go beyond, or behind or under, that stupid behaviour and back to her ordinary stupid behaviour. She is now often on the bed (or in it). She will stay under the bedclothes, as far as I can tell because I don't think she knows how to get under the independently, for an entire day. Does any of this shit make sense? Nope.
estella st - 2
I don't know who F. McCartney was, or why he preferred Tasmanians to make his or her hamburgers. My interest in 3 Estella St was really that it is the address on the back of an LP I have of the Phillip Street Revue from 1960. The Manns aren't listed in the Sands and McDougall directory for 1960 as living in Estella St but they are there in the 1965 one.
Age 3 November 1969 p. 16. I wonder when the Age stopped calling women by their husband's name.
Age 2 April 1971 p. 38
3 Estella St was demolished in I think the late 1960s. It's flats now.
Wednesday, May 13, 2026
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