I haven't forgotten about my blog, I haven't!

I was on the phone to Optus this morning when I had a scary ageing experience. Only recently recovered from the trauma of 'going up a box' from 18-24 into 25-34 (I know I can't complain) the Optus lady believed me when I said I was a 56 year old woman! Due to various bureaucratic sillies, the internet account has to be in the name of the phone account holder. That's my mum, born in 1950. So when I rang up, and I gave my birthdate as January 1950, the optus lady didn't even pause. She just believed me. I sounded like I could plausibly born in 1950, the same year John Howard froze his mojo and the same decade it was cool to wear pointy bras.
Ouch.
She didn't say 'Don't be ridiculous, I can tell that you are actually an overgrown teenager'. She didn't say 'Now dear, is your mum there?' No, she just belived me.
Oh, my lost youth!