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Huge amounts of money doled out for wedding bookings, and high-end dinner vouchers emailed to an unsuspecting public, unwittingly screwed. — It’s probably not the best time to be writing. I’m angry. I have shed tears…tears of anger for myself initially, but more for the young people who have lost much more money than we have…try $17 000 in one case. I’ve tried to get into the minds of the business…

It’s a charming, heart-warming tale. — When I was a child, I coveted charm bracelets. Charm bracelets were worn by wealthy people, heavy gold bangles that seemed to me to drip with meaning, charms from wherever, representing whatever, worn with great pride. I eventually was given one by a friend, and though I loved it, it…

Even in the hands of your adult children…in the not-too-distant future… — Photo by raquel raclette on Unsplash “The bread in your cupboard belongs to the hungry; the coat unused in your closet belongs to the one who needs it; the shoes rotting in your closet belong to the one who has no shoes; the money which you hoard up belongs to…

Ten-Question Challenge — My Favorite Drink: This depends on the time of the day. First thing in the morning would be home-brewed organic coffee with cream…always cream. For a special dinner, a really lovely shiraz. What is my favourite colour ? Well it used to be pink in the days when I masqueraded…

I loved school. I was confident, had fun, and made lots of friends, so why was I often on edge, wondering, hedging, and waiting for the next explosion? He didn’t deserve my discretion. — I haven’t thought too much about my early school years, to be honest. They seem so long ago, they ARE long ago, but I recently, read this post by Salsam, which was commented on by Darren Weir, and memories came flooding back…lots of memories, sadly not all good.

And warmest congratulations to Dr. Mehmet Yildiz — Three years ago…and a few weeks, maybe… Thank you Dr. Seuss, for the inspiration… The sun did not shine. The sky was not blue. And one man, Dr Yildiz Had nothing to do. No books to read. No stories to write, And all he could do Was to sit, sit, sit tight. Now sitting so tightly Did…

One ex-student posted her sad story on Facebook… —

Yet she never apportioned blame, typical of the empathetic human she was. — When my mother mooted the idea that she and Dad should migrate to Australia, I was less-than-positive. I felt she was too old to leave a country she had grown up in, to leave her family and friends, even to leave behind the hellish weather that put her on edge…