The Red Cross called me tonight and gave me the address where Nannette is. I don't know more but at least I can send a note.
I've been knitting and drawing plans and so on. I even posted a badly scanned face washer, but then dumped it... seemed too trite.
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I've been knitting and drawing plans and so on. I even posted a badly scanned face washer, but then dumped it... seemed too trite.
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My Dad wants to send all of Mum's clothes to the fire-relief. He says that people deserve good clothes and not just op-shop junk (he doesn't shop in op-shops or know what is in there). It's the only way he could let them out the door, but I'll admit, I don't want to. And selfishly, I'm going to go through them first and choose what I want, for myself and to make Wagga's or just to look at and remember her.
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