Category: Kin and Consequenes
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Episode 46 – Bully Yates and the Surveillance Daffodils…
Bully Yates and the Surveillance Daffodils – When Nosiness Takes Flight It started with a rustle. A buzz. A whir. And then, there it was – hovering above the compost bin like a tiny airborne narcissist: Bully Yates’ brand new drone. Yes, folks, while some of us are busy budgeting for groceries, Bully’s out here…
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Episode 45 – Granny Frass’s Golden Rule…
Granny Frass’s Golden Rule: Blood is Thicker Than Bank Accounts. You know, back in Granny Frass’s day, family wasn’t something you negotiated with. It wasn’t a transaction or a competition. It was a given. You were born into the tribe and that meant you belonged. For better or worse. Granny Frass didn’t just raise her…
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Episode 44 – Fanny McFox Rides Again (For One Night Only!)
So, Friday rolls around and I do a Very Grown-Up Thing: I send an email to Dad’s solicitor. Calm. Clear. Pointed. I outline how my concerns about the house, the will, the general circus and how they are being neatly ignored. As they have been for far too long. Fast forward to tonight. Guess who…
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Episode 38 – Fanny McFox, Medically Trained and Emotionally Inflamed..
Fanny McFox and the Grocery List of Woe. Where there’s a will, there’s a whinge (and possibly a repeat prescription). They say every family has a character but we hit the jackpot with Fanny McFox, the undisputed queen of the chronic complaint and high priestess of the prescription pad. A trained nurse, mind you. Which…
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Episode 33 -Dear Family (The Gaslighting Gala Committee)..
Dear Family, I write to you now from the peaceful ruins of what was once my sanity. Thank you all for your tireless efforts to ensure the inheritance experience was less about legacy and more about strategic confusion. Bravo. I didn’t realize we were entering a competitive sport but if underhandedness were an Olympic event,…
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Episode 31 – Turf Wars: The Bogfather Rises..
Today I find myself deep in contemplation – well, stewing really – over the turf. Not just any turf – my turf. The sacred sod. The ancestral bog-claim. The small plot of land that has somehow become the stage for one man’s personal remake of Game of Thrones, except with more grunting and fewer dragons.…
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 