My mum is in the process of selling the family home so she can move up to Sydney and be closer to my sister and her family. There always was a bit of a city-slicker stride hidden away in her country-upbringing exterior. Let's hope there's a buyer for our colonial mansion built around 1866. It'll be sad to say goodbye to it after so many wonderful memories surrounded by family, but such a huge home is becoming too much bother for mum to handle on her own.
posted by james @ 3:45 PM
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I hate to imagine even having a coffee with any other man except your son, even though your son wishes me to do.
I'm tired of meeting a Not-knowing man and being in terribly awkward mood of a blind date.
Please persuade him change his mind and make love with me.
I'll try my best to become his lovely patner and make him happier
than now every moment.
He's the last man who could be my first man, I believe.
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