I mentioned previously that this year is the 50th anniversary of the Mustang Owners Club of Australia, specifically the Victorian chapter which is where the national organisation began.
To this end the club had a birthday party last weekend which was great. It was held here
https://www.inglewoodestate.com.au/
There are photos of the event here for anyone interested
https://www.facebook.com/OfficialMOCAVIC
Of particular note is the photo of a couple of gents of advanced age cutting the birthday cake about 15 pics in. These are the two guys who kicked it all off who I mentioned back in post 848, Frank on the left and Warwick on the right. Frank is in an aged care facility now but, as he said at the event, was paroled for the day. I reckon its just fantastic that these guys are not just still with us, but still as active in the club as their advancing age allows.
Speaking of aged care, I also mentioned a while back that the time had come to move my now 92 year old Mum into such a facility. Initially we though this would be a relaxed process and we set about checking places out and generally taking our time with it. Things suddenly escalated though as she had a few falls, two ambo trips to hospital and it suddenly became pretty urgent as she couldn't really return home. Anyway, after a very stressful period we got her into what so far seems like a good place only ten minutes from us and maybe twenty from my brothers. She is finding the adjustment a bit challenging but making the best of it.
Now we have the very daunting task of emptying, tarting up, and selling her house. I have for a long time considered her a borderline hoarder, but I now drop the borderline qualification. There is so much stuff there! There has also been an ongoing challenge getting Centrelink (the federal agency that, inter alia, looks after aged pensions and aged care fee determinations), to do what they're supposed to in a timely manner and correctly, but I won't dwell on that.
I've also had the joy of trying to cancel Mum's home phone service with the nation's largest telco. Talk about the run around. Some years ago, probably after my Dad passed away, I had to take Mum into one of their retail places to get her to tell them to put me down in their system as being able to deal with them on her behalf. I don't remember the details but I do recall it being much more difficult than it should be. I figured it would be straightforward to go in and get them to cancel her service now she's moved out and no longer needs it. Silly me. It turns out the earlier authorisation to deal with them on her behalf had expired. Not only did they not mention that it had to be renewed periodically when it was first put in place, but they didn't bother to notify us that it had or was about to expire whenever that was. Also, you can't just rock up and conduct business with these people, you have to make appointments (even though the first time I went in there were no other customers in sight).
Anyway, long story short, it took three visits/appointments, the Enduring Power of Attorney I have, and then a long phone call to some other part of the company by the lady at the shop as none of the staff on site actually knew how to do what needed to be done. At the end of this they were hedging their bets and saying they think it will now be cancelled and we should just get a final pro rata account. If, however, we keep getting regular bills or the service still seems to be working after 48 hours, come back in. No thanks, says I, I'm just going to ignore anything other than a final bill and maybe when the unpaid bills start piling up in their system they'll cancel the service then. At her stage of life any threat to her credit rating is of no consequence.
I think I'm officially a grumpy old man now.
At the time of writing we both have the mother of all common colds and are house bound and miserable. Tests have ruled out covid, RSV and the flu, so must be just a cold but I don't recall having one this bad before. I guess it'll pass. Had you dropped in Hewey you'd be taking your life in your hands.
Over and out.