Toni Le Busque's stories.

My dad’s parents got divorced, in the 1960’s, when I think divorce in suburban Australia was a rarity.
My dad told stories of seeing my grandmothers Tampax hanging in a tree from when my grandfather launched her clothing and sundries into the front garden.

My grandmother, still alive at 96, married again; a long successful and devoted marriage.

My grandfather apparently, and despite the tampon incident, never remarried and was still in love with my grandmother until the day he died.


I got his last name.
Here’s hoping I didn’t inherit his ‘love’ gene.


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The above images are a print of a drawing based on a family falling out.

I coloured it in with coloured pencils.
It’s 70x100cm
Fits in a 70x100 white Ribba frame from ikea and looks SHIT HOT!