Showing posts with label 50. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 50. Show all posts

Saturday, 19 February 2022

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 19-2-2022: The Number, 50.

19th February, 2022.


Right … I can safely say I’ve survived Storm Eunice.

Granted?   I spent most of the day, indoors, with my nephew, Jude.

And yes: he’s now posted another video.


If you’d like to hit the Like, Share or Subscribe, you’d be very welcome.

At any rate … ?

We’ve survived Eunice.   We have power.

Others haven’t.   Or don’t.

I’m thankful I’m alive and breathing: and thankful the few trees near me are upright.

The strangest part?

You’ll possibly realise I live near a train line: one going from Shenfield to Liverpool Street.

Trains were cancelled: still are, as I write.

The strangest thing?

Was the fact Jude and I didn’t notice the silence of the trains … because of the howling of the wind … 

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Over the past few days?

There’s been concern about the situation in Eastern Europe.

We’re told that Russia is going to invade Ukraine.

Indeed, no less a person than President Biden has said so.

Personally?

I’m sceptical.

Partly because it’s politicians talking the situation up.

But mostly?

Because I remember Sir Anthony Charles Lynton Blair — Tony Blair to you and me — saying Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction.

That turned out to be … I’m tempted to say ‘lies,’ ‘misleading’ or ‘unreliable information.’

Let’s just I put the idea Russian’s going to invade the Ukraine on a par with Hussein’s ownership of WMD.

Being blunt?

It’s utter bollocks.

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Sunday, 4 March 2018

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 4-3-2018: the Big 5-0

4th March, 2018.


Yay … !

It’s officially my 50th birthday.

Quite how I feel about it, I don’t know.

Hmmm … 

Just recently?

I haver to admit, just recently, I’m getting intimations of mortality.   Bits of me are aching somewhat more than than they did, ten years ago.   And, of course, I’m very aware that I have less time on this Earth than — say — my seven year old nephew, Jude.

Just to top it off?   Time seems to go faster than it did.

Morbid, huh … ?

On the upside … ?

The upside … ?

I’m starting to get a few messages in via Facebook and Twitter.   Friends are contacting me.   The gang at work managed to decorate my desk.   And least one major present has already rolled in.

Intimations of mortality, yes … 

Here and now?

Here and now, though, I’m happy to be alive … 

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