The most famous, or perhaps infamous, numerical rule of late has been the Rule of Six. Introduced last year by the U.K. government to try and reduce the rate of transmission of the coronavirus, it has proven somewhat controversial. I don’t know why. I think people just like to be controversial. It seemed simple to me. Limit your social group to six, and the spread of the virus will likewise be limited.
But today is about the Rule of Three. Things happen in threes. Always have, or so I’m told. I suspect the science is a little shaky on this. But it’s a long standing superstition. And as a result, we all end up a little bit on edge when we’ve endured two disasters. It’s almost a relief when disaster three strikes, providing it isn’t too close to home.
As such, I’d like to introduce you to Jim. That is he, in the photo. Jim very sadly passed away last week. You don’t know him, and if we are to be frank, you’re a bit late if you wanted to get to know him. But if you have a particularly super memory, you might remember him from my blog. He was one of the most frequent commenters in the early days when I used the MyOpera platform. The comments are gone from the blog now, but I still have a record of them all thru the email alerts I receive. His first one – Send me a damned post card! I did just that.
I liked Jim and will miss his banter. He did at least survive to see the demise of Donald. But the important thing for us all is that Jim is Number Three. We can all breathe a little easier. Death has reaped his third and final victim from my circle of friends. Those are the rules, and I expect Death to respect them.
Adios for now, Jim.
The Mexile 