That moment when you realise you didn’t sleep with the right people when you worked in clubs, back in the day. To be fair, I didn’t sleep with anyone back in the day. Well, not no body, but boyfriends. Clearly, not the right people.
Today, I attempted to share my administrator’s son’s Crowdfunding page to people I used to work for, back in my club days. Said son has CP (if your recall?) mentioned on the 22nd May 2019.
There will be some posts I write and you read when you won’t ‘Like’ at all what I have to say. You may not believe me even. You will be absolutely fair to want to HATE it.
However, you should still give me a ‘Like’ because I say it as I see it and then you can do something about what you have heard if you can and if you believe in it and think the world can be a better place for everyone.
These days I live in a rather wog area of Melbourne, they are mostly baby-boomers in age, their children having moved out, started their own families with more room in suburbs slightly further out.
On a rare occasion, there is a 50-somethiing still living with parents in this neighbourhood and it’s because on occasion the “child” is still in many ways a “child”.
It means they have intellectual challenges for those reading this post, don’t have to live with every day.