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Minor Strangeness (IHTM)

Nice little bit of synchronicity here.
Had to drop my wife over at our son's place earlier and the first song that came on my car's media centre, which is powered by an iPod with upwards of 1,400 songs set to random shuffle, was Gwenno's Eus Keus? (is there cheese?).
 
I can 'taste' mould before it becomes visible - hence me rejecting bread when everyone else is happily eating it, so I am an excellent barometer of incipient mould.
During pregnancy I could only drink very fresh milk, even in hot drinks.
By evening it'd taste  off to me. I certainly couldn't stomach yesterday's milk.

Didn't gave any bread mould issues though.
 
You should have given it to me. I can 'taste' mould before it becomes visible - hence me rejecting bread when everyone else is happily eating it, so I am an excellent barometer of incipient mould growth.
What you have there is a legitimate superpower. It's something that will keep you alive.
 
What you have there is a legitimate superpower. It's something that will keep you alive.
Well, unless the only food available to eat is mouldy bread - in which case I will starve to death whilst others are still eating.

Most mould isn't harmful. You can eat mouldy bread without health repercussions, and blue cheese is just cheese with controlled mould. Mushrooms, after all, are just advanced mouldiness.

I don't like the taste, that's all.
 
Yesterday evening I had the comedian Micky Flanagan on the TV but at the same time was taking a desultory scroll through Face book, when my attention was taken by a post and comments concering a programme hosted by Fiona Bruce the previous night, I read through and was pleased to see that my TV wasn't the only one that had narrowly escaped having a brick thrown at it ha!ha!

Anyway Flanagan had finished his gig so I thought I'd better find a programme to calm me down before going off to bed, Well you know how it is dozens and dozens of programmes and I eventually decided on an old episode of 'Would I lie to you' it had already started but no matter, it'll be sure to raise a smile.

Clicked on it and was suprised to see Micky Flanagans face appear! (I'd not clicked the info button btw so I'd not subconciously done it) He was then asked to demonstrate something to prove the veracity of the yarn he was telling so he got up and started to massage his fellow panelist's neck. She was squirming and giggling and I couldn't see at first who it was but when she looked up I was even more surprised to see a younger Fiona Bruce!!

Neat ... a totally meaningless coincidence but the combination of what I'd been watching and what I'd been reading about on a randomly selected programme was pleasing.
 
Back to keyboards . . .
My guess is the N key gets rubbed when you go between keys.
My 3 year old keyboard is just as bad.
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This keyboard appears to be on fire, and the flames are starting to erupt out of some of the letters. It says "dragon" at the bottom. Coincidence?
 
There's been a dearth of minor strangenesses in the PeteS household until last weekend. I was out on the Sunday until 3pm and went to feed the upstairs cat (who insists on being fed up there). As clear as anything I hear attic boy shout out "great goal" (he is a footie fanatic ) followed by raucous shouting from him in the attic and his mates who join him on the internet. I express surprise to Ms Me that said son is not out and about as usual. Eh? she says - he went an hour ago. Now what is weird is that neither neighbour has any interest in football nor live at home adult kids and neither homes have converted attics. Possibly a very minor time slip?
 
Today I had the urge to make a book roll. It's for carrying a paperback book around to protect it.
I've made a few recently, trying out different designs.

Dug out a chic green patterned velvet furnishing fabric sample and some gruesome death-themed printed cotton stuff and concocted the item.

However, while I was pleased with the result the size, based on the dimensions of the velvet, was disappointingly too snug a fit for any but the slimmest volume.

Showed it to Techy in case it would suit his Tarot cards. He snapped it up and put the cards in it. As they are in their original box with a book it was all a perfect fit.

The box is tatty and much taped-up. Can hardly believe he'd owned the cards for about 44 years without any kind of covering.

It's like they thought It's about time we had a proper case, at our age! :thought:
 
As daughter and I will be going on a short trip next mid month I was going through things to take.
There was a box of gastrostop, unused but well out of date so, as youngest had said they don't work if past used by, decided to ditch them. Yesterday one of my friends rang to ask if I would like some chewable ones as her husband had bought the wrong ones.
 
This morning at 3am I was awake for some unknown reason when I heard a large booming sound outside.

It was a bit like a just fighter going over but it lasted for about 30 seconds rather than five.

Strangely, one thing that also sounds similar is when people are dragging wheely bins around the concrete car park, I wandered if someone was nicking them.

Strangely this morning I also heard jet engines in the distance twice around 8 o'clock.

There are two airports locally (RAF Odiham and Lasham) but I don't hear many planes.
 
It's bed washing day and I remembered a weirdness last summer. On my bed, I have a horizontally striped light comforter and a heavy quilt. During warmer months, the quilt lives at the foot of my bed, folded. On this particular morning, I woke up to find my horizontally striped comforter was now vertically striped. That's not the weird part....I'm a restless sleeper and always yanking at the covers. No, what's strange is my quilt was still folded at the foot of the bed and hadn't moved!

Now, it can be argued that I picked up the quilt and put it back on the bed at some point during the night, but as it wasn't part of my covers, I wouldn't have known it fell off the bed...
 
This has been bugging me for nearly two years now ..

The man everyone swears I must have known

Two years ago, I hooked up with the end of the pier fishermen, loveable rogues etc. and spent the whole Summer socialising with them.

One day, I got there and everyone was upset. It turned out that a man in his 30's had been found dead in his flat in Cabbal Road so I offered my sympathies obviously. I didn't know who they were on about so asked as gently as you can to be met with a wall of shocked faces.

Everyone there kept saying "You knew him?" , "Of course you knew him?!" .. loads of variants of that with added descriptions of everything about him including his catch phrase, his hat, everything but I was still drawing a blanc. My mates were all looking at each other strangely then looking back at me but I honestly had no idea who they were on about. I decided to write it all off as just 'it's a small town but our paths never crossed' thing.

I'm told they all used to play a game which was to smile at a tourist waking past and if they didn't smile back, he'd murmur "You've been pied" ..

Later on, a different friend reported the same news to me. This man had lived in the basement flat under her flat. He'd died of sepsis in his leg after ignoring his mate's advice to get it checked out. Apparently he was a well loved and larger than life character who knocked around with a lot of people I also knock around with including non pier party people. It got to the stage where I was starting to feel embarrassed and insensitive somehow for not knowing who this man was with so many people looking at me strangely when I told them I didn't know who they were talking about sorry.

Some of my friends who knew him stated they'd done some sort of ghost session not long after he'd died, they weren't trying to contact him but they got the message 'you've been pied'

I decided they must be right and I must be wrong then, even stranger, every time anyone decided to show me a picture of this man on their phone, they either didn't have one (which surprised them) or they had had a picture of him but had lost it somehow. This happened about 5 times with different people. I've been told his name and his nickname a lot of times but I can't ever seem to remember it for some reason.

If this is all just a prank being played on me, it would have to a very elaborate one and I'm not going to flatter myself that people would go to that much trouble to bother plus it would be in very bad taste.

Again, everyone swears I knew this man so I'm going to be a bit creeped out if and when I ever do get to see a picture of him .. then not recognise him.

*links to 'Nowhere Man' by The Beatles*
 
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You simply must know him, I don't know how you don't. Here's his picture
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Here he is saying "You've been pied"

(seriously though, this sounds like a dream, the sort I'd have where you wake up scratching your head)
 
My youngest had chipped her front tooth during the week and was going to the dentist to have it fixed.
I wondered how it had gone to the daughter here and she said to ring her.
I picked up the phone and then there was a rap on the window.
She and her family had come to visit as they were going to her MIL's for dinner.
 
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