Showing posts with label climate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label climate. Show all posts

Friday, 21 July 2023

Nik Nak’s Daily Teaser — 21-7-2023 — You’re As Cold As Ice.

21st July, 2023: You’re as Cold as Ice.


Yes: it’s official.

It’s Payday.

Which means?

I’m going to have to put money aside.

I’m due to have my utilities meters replaced: next Friday.

As the balance on the current ones won’t be transferred over for another four to six weeks?

I need to make sure there’s cash on hand for when the new ones are installed, and the new payment cards, registered.

That way … ?   I’ve got credit on hand.

I hope it goes quickly: the uncertainty is’s doing my anxiety levels much good.

~≈¥≈~

Which is the other thing … 

I’ve put in for Personal Independence Payments: an extra benefit for those in poor health.

I had the assessment, on Tuesday just gone.

I’m … 

I have to admit to a certain amount of anxiety about that.

And a certain amount of … I don’t know what to call it: compulsive window shopping?

That seems as good a phrase as any.

My mind is convinced I’m going to walk away with a pile of cash, that I can start spending, now.

I understand it, I know it’s there, I know it’s my usual reaction to situations like this.

Including, I should say, having an unchecked lottery ticket.

Why it’s happening?

I don’t know.

But?

It’s not especially pleasant.

~≈¥≈~

Friday, 18 July 2014

Rain … 

Why do we write … ?

No … Really … 

Why do we write … ?

That’s a good question, isn’t it?

Why … do … we write?

~≈Œ≈~

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Winterwonderland

You know, I’ve got to admit, I’m a devil for misreading rotas, I am … !

Turn’s out I had today off: but, given the weather, I’m also willing to bet I’d’ve had a phone call to ask me in.

Either way … ?

It meant that I could use my phone to take a few snaps, along the way.

If you’ve read today’s teaser, you’d’ve seen the first one: the next’s after daylight struck.

The third’s on the way up Warley Hill: and yes, before we complain about the roads not being gritted, that’s a gritting lorry caught in the carpark Warley Hill turned into, this morning.

And the last is outside the shop: I thought I’d show you the precinct area.

Just before people turned it into Brentwood’s version of the Cresta Run … …

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