Oh man, I'm so embarrassed. It was my birthday yesterday and many beers and cocktails were had. In my drunken stupor I mistakenly texted the word 'fuck' to my mother-in-law in the UK. I was mortified when I realised but it was too late, she'd already seen the message. I am cringing just typing this.

Whoohoo! MRI results came back and the neurologist says all clear. Well, his exact words were "there's nothing major" but I'll take that as a good thing. Also my psych appointment for the ADHD assessment has been brought forward from November to next week. I hope they confirm it because it would explain a hell of a lot and I can get finally get treatment.

Wedding anniversary today, going to celebrate (despite the weather) with a posh lunch in Briiiighton then back to Mordi for a few drinks :)

So my home town Mordialloc is in the news today following the 30-year sentence handed down to a 73 year-old who murdered two of his neighbours over a trivial garden hose incident 18 months ago. I walk past the scene every day and wondered why there was a TV crew setting up outside this afternoon.

Well shit. I just called to make a doctors appointment only to be told that the doc I've seen for the last 13 years has retired. Feels like a relationship break-up in some ways, he knew everything about my ailments and mental health, he was easy to talk to. Now I have to start all over again with a stranger :(

None of my business of course, but the relationship seems a bit unbalanced? You seem to be covering his expenses (and his arse)...what does he contribute, is he working? I used to be the major breadwinner in our 24 year relationship, but things took a turn about 10 years ago and, because of things, now I'm not. There's not a day when I don't think about that, and I do everything I can to be a worthy contributor to the household even if not financially.

TIL of the 4th Earl of Sandwich (via this thread). This excerpt from his Wikipedia page sounds like someone Aussies will be familiar with:

Sandwich retired in 1782. Despite holding a number of important posts during his career, Sandwich's incompetence and corruption were legendary, inspiring the saying: "Seldom has any man held so many offices and accomplished so little."

Hi ScoMo!

The Robodebt Royal Commission report has been handed down and I'm following the updates on the Guardian live feed. As if we didn't already know, it just confirms what utter c*nts Morrison and Robert are.

A few of us are booked in for a 'Christmas in July' dinner a local place tonight. Seems a bit early in the month for it, but whatever, should be fun. Plus I'm not working tomorrow so I'll be smashing the mulled wine. Cheers!

RIP our espresso machine; 16 years of great service, but the water tank thingy is manky as fuck and it can't be cleaned beyond what we've already tried. It's like the lining has melted, and that can't be good for consuming, but the replacement tanks have been discontinued. New machine arrives tomorrow and it's got a built-in grinder, so we need give away the old grinder which works perfectly. Sunbeam Cafe Series, if anyone's interested.

After 40 years of pretty much exclusively wearing Adidas shell-toes (thanks Run DMC!), Vans and Converse, my feet are fucked and I've had to come over to the dark side with some fitted fat-soled New Balance runners. Oh my! It's like walking on air and I love it lol

So we're all here because of a change in circumstances that none of us expected. I'm in my early 50s and a creature of habit, I don't cope well with change. I used to enjoy Twitter, but it's gone to shit, every third tweet is an irrelevant ad for something I've never expressed any interest in (crypto etc.). It's pretty much unusable now. I used to subscribe to The Age, hard copy, home delivered. But then Nine took it over and it started to go down hill, to the point where it's now the Herald Sun but for people who can read big words and long sentences. Pre-CoVid my favourite local bar was open five days a week, from at 5pm. I was usually the first in the door, and Fridays and Saturdays we'd be a big group handing a fair amount of money over the bar. Post-CoVid restrictions, the owners changed it to Fri/Sat only, late opening, and more of a club vibe to attract the younger crowd, so that killed it for me. I could go on, but this is turning into a bit of a rant, so I'll just finish by saying that because of the way my brain is wired, I need routine and predictability, and I'm really over shit changing around me in every aspect of my life and having no say in it. How do you guys cope with change?