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Honesty is a Blessing – Part 1

I made a statement to my carer today that I think I’ve already offended a new neighbour. She bluntly asked what I had done? I snorted a laugh at her not even looking at her. I told her it’s not that I had gone out of my way to do so it would have been unintentional. I then played out how much easier it would be if I actually intended to offend people. I mean, I’d just go outside, point to the first person I saw and ask…” You know what you looked like when you left home today?” And you still left!

A snort laugh I then shared with my carer, then further examples. Same tone, I then suggested they would definitely be the days I should self-isolate. Don’t answer that! Not a question, apply filter!

Lock that shit down hard.

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Blessed

So, there is a place I go for free services. It’s a NGO (sorry, did it again! Non-Government Organisation or Not-For-Profit).

They have a board and committee meetings monthly. Not for us to attend and they provide free services to people who live in the region, to people ON low income. It is near the 3 Towers in Collingwood, which are the high-rise flats for Public Housing.

The board and the two people who work there and everything else is done be volunteers. I have been recently getting my Carpel Tunnel attended to by RMIT (Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology) biotherapy/massage students. Awesome!

The other services include free chiropractors, acupuncture and Shiatzu (which I also use).

I walked in the door today to my usual warm greeting. “Hello Ms Helen, Helen is in da house!”

It’s nice to feel loved.

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And heading towards the bathrooms I encounter a regular – Nigel (I’m throwing him under the bus as he’s going to be credited for his words of wisdom).

Nigel had rubber gloves on and a bucket of cleaning products. He was in the process of cleaning the shower and the toilet.

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