What lies beneath?
We’ve talked stuff-ups.
We’ve revealed hidden hurts.
We’ve even taken blood money.
Now it’s time to table the sins within.
Not Happy birthday!
When I turned 40, the day was doubly profound: our nightmare renovation was (theoretically) nearing its end.
Fonnie spoilt me rotten: gifts, grog, home-made cards, a best-mate lunch, a Tiger Moth flight and a family dinner.
Then, as we packed our bags for a casino-suite adventure, something very bad happened.