Those words appeared in my brain an hour ago.  What mystery!  I’ve never uttered them.

Apparently it’s a common expression in the UK, meaning “different kinds of things that are usually small and unimportant”. 

Today I’ll let my words roam around several topics.  And who knows … maybe something will be important.  Or just fun.

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I walked into Izy Coffee this morning with a new possibility.  I told the barista Arjen that I’d been watching people.  They all walk with their arms dangling at their sides.  I was tired of doing that.  At that moment, I threw my arms into the air and declared that I was going to walk like that for the rest of my life.

And then I exited the store with arms aloft, and made sure I stayed that way till I was past the corner of the next building.  Why not?  A few folks stared without smiling.  Oh well.

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My breakfast destination was The Cobbler.  I sat facing the buffet table at the far end of the room.  Diners would often pass by with their plate of delectables.

A couple in their 50’s walked into the restaurant and sat behind me.  I guessed that they were English-speaking.  Soon the husband made his way to the buffet and then headed back towards me.

I said “Hello.”  He gave me a long smile and returned the greeting.  Connection.

Then it was the wife’s turn to make her selection.  As she was returning, I said “Hello.”  She jerked her face away from me and said something strangled.  It could have been “Hello.”  Aversion rather than connection. 

I’d rather marry him than her.

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I’ve had a rough spot on my left cheek for over a year.  It doesn’t itch.  My doctor says it’s nothing.  When it gets really jagged, I start picking at it.  I can’t stay away.  Eventually the rough flesh gets worn away by my finger.  And the process starts again.

I seem to have a smoothness obsession.  “I want all of my face to be smooth.”  And that becomes more important than letting the red spot heal.  A strange person.

Today it’s plenty rough, and I can feel the magnetic attraction of finger to face.  But I’m not going to do it!  So there.

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Do three things add up to “several”?

I say yes