Nice to see you!

Three major events occurred for me last year (2010), all in the space of about 2 weeks. I turned 50. The following day I got married. Two weeks later, my oldest daughter became pregnant with her first child and my first grandchild.

Most middle-aged people will tell you that in their minds, they still feel 20 something. It's the same for me.

Wasn't it only yesterday that I was planning a night out with guys from the surf club? That gorgeous new perm. Flaired, cuffed denims and the red t-shirt with the off-the-shoulder frill. Corked platform wedgies. **sigh**

Suddenly I'm looking in the mirror and wondering how 30 years can flash by so damned quickly!

So here I am in cyberspace, sharing my genuine shock and horror with anyone who'll listen and maybe I'll even meet some other over 50s who find themselves in the same predicament!

Welcome to my dilemna!!

Sunday, November 23, 2025

Weekend Warrior or Not

A lawyer shows how one sentence freezes ANY government letter and why almost no citizen knows it exists …

1. He spent 18 years in administrative law and said citizens panic because they think every letter is an order. He wrote down one sentence: “Please provide the legal basis for this request, including the specific statute and clause that obligates my response.” That single line turns compliance into hesitation, because the burden flips back to them.

2. Offices survive on procedure, not speed. When asked for the statute and clause, the whole process halts until legality is verified. Most letters rely on habit, not law, so internal teams scramble through archives before answering, exposing how much of bureaucracy runs on assumption.

3. A family once got a “submit in 5 days” notice. They sent that sentence. The reply came 46 days later, and the demand vanished. Time pressure dissolved when legality had to be proven. The lawyer said it’s not rebellion, it’s precision — and systems freeze under it.

4. A small business faced a fine for missing “updated records.” Same method, same outcome. The agency paused penalties because no clause backed the demand. Inside offices, people fear signing off without a statute number; that fear is your shield.

5. His closing line stayed with me: bureaucracy eats those who rush, but it stalls before those who request proof. What slows the machine isn’t emotion, it’s paperwork logic you can trigger with one calm question.


It’s Sunday and I’ve been in bed all day feeling quite poorly.

I took Harley out to play this morning and I cooked a vegetarian dinner for the team tonight.

I made a fresh pineapple, mint and coconut water juice for my dinner adding a quarter of a cup of pineapple/ginger kombucha. 

My gut is the worst it’s been for some time so I’m trying a liquid fast for a few days.

Adoring Husband took on Harley play duties this afternoon while I prepared dinner.

On Saturday, BGWLBH and I attempted to win $500,000 at the big golden ticket promotion at the RSL. Sadly, we were unsuccessful, but BGWLBH was the fifth name drawn and won $1000!

I was a big fat loser.

It was loud and busy and full of people, so there were no poker machines available and nowhere to sit. 

The whole process was poorly organised, with the golden ticket holders (with their +1) herded into a very small area where nibbles and champagne was provided, however, by the time the 50th person had their golden ticket checked, there were no nibbles left.

It took a whole 15 minutes to draw the one ticket holder who got to choose from 100 envelopes. The envelope that she selected contained $10,000. Then, five more names, the first of whom won $3,000, followed by 3 x $1,000 prizes..

The MC used very few words. There was no fanfare. The whole shebang was pretty underwhelming. Those of us who dressed up and drove a long way to attend, were pretty disappointed.

The draw started at 4.10pm and we were in the car making our way out of the carpark at 4.30pm.

Ho Hum.

It’s now 9.10pm on Sunday and I’m ready to sleep. 

Let the healing begin!



Nite all.



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