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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