PeelerSheila

Just patted a beautiful Greyhound on the way to work. I love their big emotional googly eyes 😍

Better.

Can't speak to house insurance but when I switched Mr P's car from RACV to budget direct I saved about $1,000.

Aww man I love that sculpture ☹️

My birth certificate got lost somewhere in the house a year or so ago and after many unsuccessful attempts to find it, I'd decided today was going to be the day I'd apply for a new one. Checked the Justice services joint in Broady was open and off I went on the bus and train. Sign on the door apologising for inconvenience but they are no longer processing BD&M requests, scan the QR code for a list of other locations and go there. Ok, so I did and Reservoir was the closest, so off I went on the bus and train. Get to Reservoir and the same sign is on their front door!

Ended up getting photocopied notarised documents and submitted online, which I didn't want to do because I hate sending personal ID documents online, would much rather do in person. I just don't feel safe. The website is an utter shitshow, wouldn't accept my postal address, I've seen window cleaning junkies work more effectively.

So I got home and baked brownies with the kids, and they are fudgy and delicious (the brownies not the kids)

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Both my parents were the prison wardens of my life; without hijacking your post I'll just say I grew up in a very uncharacteristic way for someone born early 70s. All those memes where they say they rode bikes all day with their friends and had to come home before the street lights came on and mucked about building cubbies etc., I cannot at all relate to. It's hard when you can be long out of an abusive situation and it still just randomly pops up for no reason, like you're out of it but never really free. It took a shamefully long time into my adulthood to realise that I am an adult, and have to employ my own initiative in life. I'm glad you're out of that situation, and I hope the random "pop up" trauma doesn't trouble you too much 🙏🏼

This level of sleepage is unheard of by those in my household aged between 13 and 79 lol

Laundrite powder and Logix Platinum dishwasher tablets. And chocolate!

Ah, I stand corrected. Mums whole sideway was full of all kinds of orchids, but when I had to sell her house due to the Will being contested I had to get rid of almost all of them. There were so many of them I was struggling to find homes for them. I was selling them for $5-$10 each and people were still haggling and quibbling! In the end I gave a lot of them away because I was heavily pregnant by then and running out of time to move. She had huge gardenias in pots I virtually gave away, and Waratahs and a motherload of different types of Camellias and lots of other things. I could only bring a handful of plants with me because my MIL said there wasn't the room and didn't want pots damaging the concrete and shitty old paving, and Mr P and his mum managed to kill most of those anyway. Sorry about the plant rant, it's an experience that almost broke me as a person, and I'm still heartbroken. I looked up her house years later on Google maps and the new owners had ripped out the whole garden, 30 years of work. I watered and weeded that garden as a child ☹️ It's interesting what these things mean to us.

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