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Showing posts with label Ann Peebles. Show all posts

Monday, 27 April 2026

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 27th April 2026.

27th April, 2026.


Right … it’s officially the case: that I’m off to my weight management meeting, this morning.

But … ?

I’ve woken up with the phrase, ‘knob celery’, floating around my head.

Why?

I don’t know.

But I’d love to know if there’s a word along the lines of ‘earworm’: that describes a phrase that’s stuck in your head, rather than a song.

Heigh … ho!

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The King, along-side Queen Camilla, is to head for the US, today.

For the State Visit that’s been planned since before the shooting at the White House.

Personally?

I’d be comfier if it wasn’t happening.

The 47th President isn’t exactly tactful: and could easily open his gob and say something stupid.

But, beyond that?

I’m concerned that — despite White House reassurances — there’s a chance the King could get shot.

I’d rather he didn’t: practicalities* aside, the political implications would be huge.

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Tuesday, 27 April 2021

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 27th April, 2021

27th April, 2021.




Right … I’ve had a haircut!

Yesterday, in case you hadn’t guessed.

And, lord, that feels a lot better!

Frankly?   The place I went to when the recent restrictions ended?

Is somewhere I’m going to be avoiding, next time!

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You’ll possibly remember, that I was due a meeting, yesterday: with my caseworker from the Work And Health Programme I’m on.

And was supposed to be having that meeting in a community hall, at some distance from my home.

At least, that’s what I’d been told.

It turns out … that my case worker had pushed the wrong button, at his end: and that our meeting was supposed to be a phone meeting.

That was fun.   Given that I’d put a load of washing on, in my extremely noisy washing machine*: in the expectation of being out of the house.

There are times I could spit!

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