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Sunday, 11 May 2025

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 11th May 2025.

11th May, 2025.


It’s Sunday … and I’ve got the radio on.

And the Sunday programme is talking about the new Pope.

Understandable: it is a religious magazine programme, after all.

It’s interesting stuff.

And possibly one of the few times I can use the word ‘dicastery’ in a blog post.

It’s a department of the Roman Catholic Church, so you know.

And not something I’d get to use in daily life.

I’ll have to see what I can do about that.

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While I’m at … … it … 

I’ve finished reviewing of “The Story & The Engine”, yesterday’s episode of Dr Who.

And made a hash of the video version!


Ho … Hum … !

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Wednesday, 11 May 2022

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 11th May, 2022.

11th May, 2022.


Did I tell you I have problems with my sink … ?

My kitchen sink?

I have problems with my kitchen sink.

There’s — ha! — upsurging!

In other words, every so often, I’m getting water — lovely grey water with bits in — coming up the drain.

With the appropriate glooping noises.


Yes: I’ve tried shoving soda crystals down there.   And yes, I’ve phoned my landlord to fix the problem.

They’re coming on the 27th!

But I don’t think it’s my drains causing the issue.

As far as I know?

The flat upstairs is having some sort of issue with their drains: which has caused into the flat next door to mine: the only one that does’t share a communal entrance with the rest of the building!

And who’s occupier I’ve never actually met … until yesterday.

Lovely to met you, if you’re reading this!

At any rate … ?

The next door neighbour was getting issues as well.

Including water coming through their hallway light fitting, and — you’ve guessed it — water upsurging in their kitchen sink.

Quite what we can do about it … ?

Apart from repeatedly hitting my landlord over the head with it*?

I don’t know!

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Tuesday, 11 May 2021

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 11th May, 2021.

11th May, 2021.

It’s officially the case: I have girly pink dumbbells.

Cheap and light, girly pink dumbbells.

Because?

Well, my physiotherapist assigned me a new set of exercises — that start, tomorrow — that need relatively light weights.

I could have used a couple of books.

Or a couple of bags of sugar.

But, frankly?

The dumbbells are easier to hold that a couple of hard backs.

And what’s a diabetic doing, buying sugar?

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Talking of money … ?

The dumbbells were cheap.

My provisional driving licence wasn’t: it was some £45, if memory serves.

Paid for by the Job Centre: as I needed to provide it — or a passport — as ID for a job.

A job: let me emphasise that for you.

I few years ago … ?   There was talk the government wanted to introduce photographic ID, paid for photographic ID, in order to vote.

Not something I was happy about: where is someone who’s out of work supposed to get the money for that?

Thankfully?   Those plans didn’t go through.

However … ?

According to a piece in the Guardian, yesterday, there’s plans afoot to re-introduce it.

I seriously hope not!

Had I no ID?   Or if I needed to replace the driving licence, or needed a separate, paid for, form of ID in order to vote?

I’d never be able to vote: as I couldn’t afford the ID.

I hope this gets voted down in Parliament.

I can’t afford to buy my right to vote.

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