Postcards from Tasma

Ethan and Lucinda had the weekend down at Nanna Pat’s, and Pat sent this intriguing exchange through to me:

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Hi Folks,
I have just had a fascinating conversation with Lucinda, so jotted it down to share with you in case I forgot. We were sitting on opposite sides of the table – me doing my puzzles in the paper, and she drawing pictures, when apropos of nothing:

L: It’s hard being me.
P. Why?
L: I fall over, and Audrey hurts me. One time she pushed a doll into my head. [Other Audrey “events” were added here, but I couldn’t write fast enough!]
L: [After a moment’s thought and with a sigh.] So it’s hard being Lucinda.
I’ll have to be someone else.
P: If you were someone else, who would you like to be?
L: A different one of me.
P: So Audrey’s the problem is she?
L: [Here followed several Audrey gripes, the one I liked best was..] She stinks the whole place out when she has a pooey nappy.

All this was said without any angst or venom, but rather with an air of resignation.
And we thought Ethan was the original thinker!
I think we’re in for a delightful weekend.
love, Mum