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Wordle 213 4/6 ⬛🟨🟩⬛⬛ ⬛🟩🟩🟨⬛ 🟩🟩🟩⬛⬛ 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

Same number of goals West Ham let in yesterday ...useless defenders. Wordle 212 3/6 ⬛🟨🟩🟨🟩 🟩⬛🟩🟩🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

I'd just probably pop in here first and think about it for a few hours ..... Blast from the past for you mate ...

Wordle 211 3/6 🟨🟩⬛🟨⬛ ⬛🟩⬛🟨🟨 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩 I like Sundays ....

Great to read ...... not that you were banged up for a week but that you are back in the warmth and blue skies. Even better united with your delightful Mrs. See you soon up Korat way hopefully .... well done. Now a few more points for the Saints and 2022 oh yes ....

Shite ???

Got almost none on my first two goes out of ten letters but kept calm ... Wordle 210 5/6 ⬛⬛⬛⬛⬛ ⬛⬛🟨⬛⬛ 🟨⬛🟨🟨🟨 ⬛🟩🟩🟩🟩 🟩🟩🟩🟩🟩

Oh dear ..... you bet on red and it came up black ???

Always liked Fridays ..... c'mon baby let the good time roll.

Same same got it on the 5th go ...

Times is behind a paywall so cut and pasted this cautionary tale that makes you reflect. Blimey !! A young Brit called Max Olseker wrote: Covid and quarantine in Koh Samui by Max Olseker On December 19, after a week of near-hourly negative lateral flow and PCR tests, I flew to Thailand for a much longed-for break. On December 20 I stepped off the plane, took another PCR, and headed to my hotel. The next morning I received a text informing me I had tested positive. The Omicronicles begin “One night!” the fully hazmat-suited Koh Samui public health official shouted, gesturing firmly at the ambulance waiting outside my hotel. “You test negative, you come back straight away. You test positive, you stay in hospital for one night. One night!” Thus began my Thai hospital experience. In solo isolation. For ten nights. Koh Samui hospital I took in my surroundings. Narrow hospital bed, zero creature comforts (unless the creature in question is ants, in which case far, far too many creature comforts). On the wall? Instructions to download Line, a messaging app via which the nurses communicated using a baffling combination of terse instructions and cutesy cartoon animal gifs. One of the first messages I received was a relaxing warning that any non-cooperation would be met with a year in prison. “This information not for scary you but it a truth to know and understand.” But, I confess, it did scary me. It did.* Meals appeared silently outside my room, each one a unique mystery. These included “sausages with sachets of jam” (Why? Why not!) and the “plastic bag o’ broth”. And “Unspecified Paste Sandwich”. The look: formless beige mush with grey flecks. The smell: onion mixed with blue cheese. Taste: we will simply never know. As I attempted to come to terms with a lifestyle I optimistically rebranded as “Surprisolation”, I adjusted my holiday lifestyle expectations. A chance to sleep? More like a chance to record my own medical measurements every four hours, including 2am and 6am. A chance to relax? How about: a chance to be woken up by someone coming in at 4am to x-ray my chest. (My lungs were fine. I remained obstinately asymptomatic throughout my stay, which — while a huge relief — added to the surreality of the experience.) Yep, it was deeply strange. And yet humans have a powerful ability to recalibrate themselves. After five nights I found myself becoming strangely comfortable with my small, sparse, universe . . . which is exactly when I was told I was being moved. NB: A note on travelling in general. There is of course a powerful argument that travelling during a pandemic is foolish and unwise, and if that’s what you think, I don’t disagree with you. Plus, look, it all went horrifically for me — so you win. The field hospital “You are being taken to a field hospital. Pack your things now.” So came the edict, out of nowhere, from my Line app (followed up by a gif of a cartoon sheep bowing, obviously). A cursory googling of “Thai field hospital” – which brought up images of militarised factory warehouses containing 600 beds — led to a mild nervous breakdown. But, miraculously, our new location was in fact a repurposed villa resort. My bed was suddenly a double, my shower suddenly functional. It was paradise. And yet. Although the surroundings were infinitely more luxurious, the rules governing the place were, for some reason, far stricter than the actual hospital. The spacious sun-kissed balcony directly outside my room was, heartbreakingly, off-limits. All deliveries were tightly policed. An extension cable was forbidden because it could be used as a noose. Happy holidays! And, most mysteriously punitive of all, no booze. Again came a period of readjustment and negotiation. A cord-free plug was eventually permitted. To my surprise and delight, the balcony was suddenly greenlit for use, presumably on the basis that it was located so far from anyone else, the only thing I’d be able to transmit to another person would be my intense sense of loneliness. And, after three days of tense, high-level negotiations, the hospital allowed in some wine — for the purposes of Havdalah, the Jewish ritual that, to my immense gratitude, requires a glass that’s full to overflowing. It doesn’t specifically require that you keep the remainder of the bottle on hand for sundry emergencies, but I feel it’s sort of implied. Sitting alone in my curious field hospital room, raising a glass of quasi-contraband red, talking to my family and loved ones over Zoom and eating a Christmas dinner very kindly cooked by a Thai chef who had only a loose sense of the composition of the meal (was I expecting “two types of sauerkraut” and “squidgy potato dumplings”? No! Was I deeply grateful for them? Yes!) I had by far the strangest December 25 of my life. Freedom eve I packed my things and reflected on my holiday within a holiday — an endless expanse of time that had somehow flown by, a never-to-be-repeated chapter of my life that had been harrowing and, at times, strangely fun (all in all, a bit like going to university). Low moments? Plenty. I lost half a day recording myself on a smartphone app, attempting to form a one-man a cappella group, the Quaran-Tones. The hospital kindly agreed to wash my clothes, only to utterly obliterate them by using the universe’s strongest known bleach. I’m ashamed to say that I even resorted to the medium of Instagram stories to document my incarceration. I’m even more ashamed to say that the collected saga amounts to some of my proudest work (check it out, it’s saved for posterity at @maxolesker). There were more profound moments of strangeness too. A beloved great-uncle died. The night before my release I dressed in my formal suit, joined my family on Zoom and we recited kaddish, the Jewish prayer for the dead. He was a suave and worldly Parisian who lived until he was 90 and who experienced genuine hardship — including hiding from the Nazis in caves during the Second World War. I remembered him fondly and felt acutely aware, in the grand scheme of things, of how lucky I was. And then my ten days were up and I was set free. The return . . . After my release by the kindly hazmat-suited health authorities, I extended my stay in Thailand on the basis that, if I were to leave quarantine and fly directly back to work, I would quite simply disintegrate. I write this looking out at the lush, verdant mountains of Koh Samui, its flawless white beaches and brilliant blue skies. An island doing its best to find its equilibrium during unceasingly strange and disorientating times. After a week — finally — of relaxation, decompression and drinks that I don’t have to use biblical citations to acquire (or have smuggled in in a Listerine bottle; shhhh), I’ll return home with a twinkle in my eye and a tale to tell. And a solemn vow never to set foot within 500m of a plane for the rest of my life. *Also, to be clear, I was utterly, pathetically co-operative at all times.

UK are so steep after basic rates: 18% up to 28% for property etc ...it's horrible handing that much over and 1 day late return on property automatic £100 fine.

Nana Plaza square was quite busy last week when I was there. Live bands every night etc ... Past Hilary's was deserted and really dark. Found the changes on Lower Suk not to my liking. More high rise soulless condos .... plenty of katoeys about if that rocks your boat. Soi 11 was much better. Restaurants very busy and both Hilary bars were open .... Cowboy was closed and as you say MBK also dead. Good news is it was much easier to get around ....

I agree me old mate but it rumbles on. This just out in the Telegraph by Britain's most reactionary old fart ..... apologies to my colonial buddies ...

Better than Capital Gains Tax in the UK.

You did me a big favor ..... many thanks and no rancor from Painter either. Guess it may provide some succor to others ... I'll get me coat shall I ......

Big controversy from todays Times of UK. Front page too .... Look away if you have not done todays labor of love (clue in there). https://www.thetimes.co.uk/article/wordle-puzzle-provokes-war-of-words-with-american-spelling-hjw8rwq68

I prefer JLs picture 45.25 ....... wonder if BoJos imminent resignation will have any impact ....... we'll see in the second half.

Good start ....... pressure builds after that ...........

I'll get better ..... anyway PMQs about to start ...

You got it first guess John blimey !! What are the chances of that ...?? .. 3 of my last 4 have gone down to the last chance .... nerve wracking when its 6 !!?? Nice feeling when the greens roll over.... enjoy ...

Long walk back from Nottingham .....

Looks great thank you. Just wish I understood it a bit better. Take the VGT one you highlighted. Rank 2. Share price starts at 434 200 days moving goes down to 414. A 20 point loss ?? 50 days 453 a 21 point gain on initial price. Yet 50 day price is red -4.21 ???? Is red good in this spreadsheet ? Genuinely curious and would love to know more.

Depends who's asking / looking but basically seen it happen quite a lot in LOS last 3 weeks when I was there.

Nor black ........ nor a beer bar in Pattaya ......... S and P 500 returns of 30% ..... no chance. Agree inflation is a massive concern and hard to know where to put cash right now. Smart people I know are looking at green investment shite ...... Answers on a postcard please and no crypto tips ....