Bloody Hell!
There goes my life as I know it.
For those of you who don't know it, I have a sister.
That's a painting that I made of her. Aren't I a kind and loving sister? Depicting her as a tender and loving mother...when she is really heartless, cruel and treacherous!
And sadly, completely insane. I find myself unable to conceal the truth about her any longer. Forced to divulge the terrible truth about her tragic mental state, I will try to be gentle. It all started a few weeks ago with a phone call. Mad Sister Cate says: Helen, I am thinking of writing a book. It's going to be about two sisters who are totally different and the comedy and trials of their relationship. One sister is a down to earth loving mother, and the other sister is......(need I continue, you can see where this is going) Saintly Sister Helen says: silence (hot prickly feeling begins to lift the hairs on my scalp) Saintly Sister Helen thinks: hmmm.....this scenario is beginning to sound familiar....could it be a coincidence? I can see behind the curtain here, down to earth loving mother, upstanding pillar of the community, beacon of dependability in the dark night of uncertainty.....and her crazy sister. The trials and tribulations of the sane dealing with the insane. Fanfuckingtastic! Now, as you can see, I am forced to set the record staight before the slanderous tome is released onto the unprepared public. The truth is, it is my sister who is mad, not I. Apart from being an incurable compulsive liar, she is a complete nutter. Barmy. Raving lunatic. I didn't want to have to spill this terribly secret but she has driven me to it. Don't listen to a thing she says. It will only encourage her. Support her recovery from the land of denial. Don't buy the book.