Showing posts with label David Guetta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label David Guetta. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 May 2026

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 13-5-2026 — 133

13th May, 2026: № 133.


Right … it’s officially Wednesday … !

Which means it’s getting nearer to payday.

I’m looking forward to that: I’m ok for most things, but being able to buy a can of Diet Coke would be nice.

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I’ve also managed to update my Mac: from macOS 26·4·1 to macOS 26·5.

I don’t think I’ve noticed much that’s different.

But there HAS been a lot of bug fixes.

That’s unusual in my experience: macOS is usually fairly bug free.

I can only hope those fixes were minor … 

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Just as a last thought … ?

I’ve found out how to access a USB stick plugged into my router: and access it from my computer.

I’ve got a sixteen gigabyte one plugged in, as I write.

You’ve noticed I said that it’s a sixteen gigabyte one?

It is: quite why my system is telling me the thing’s got two hundred or so megabytes free?


I don’t know: I’ll have to check that out … 

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Wednesday, 7 November 2018

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 7th November, 2018.

7th November, 2018.


That’s … 

An odd start to the morning.

Well … 

An odd thing to find in your postbox.

That letter I’m waving about in today’s Intro video … ?

Is what’s called a Notice Seeking Possession.

It’s an eviction notice, in other words, kicking someone out of their home.

The thing is … ?

And if you were paying attention to the video?

It’s not my eviction notice.

Not for me, not from my landlord.

It’s for someone on the other side of town.

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So, I hear you say … 

What are you planning to do with it, Paul?

Frankly, I’ve popped the landlord’s address on it, along side the phrase “Not Known At the Address”, and will be plonking it into the post when I go to town, later.

Sending it directly to the tenant?

Seems a little too cruel.

Either way … ?

I’m left wondering why an eviction notice for someone else land up on my doorstep?

Did the landlord make a mistake?   I doubt it, somehow.

Did the tenant want help?   I’d imagine so, but asking the Citizen’s Advise Bureau seems the better option.

Did the tenant want to get rid of the thing?

Well, frankly, that seems more likely: but shoving it in the bin — however unwise I might find it — seems easier.

I imagine I’ll never get to find out … 

But I’d love to know* … 

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