Phenomenon xxx 

I am physically incapable of writing or saying the word phenomenon without being transported to Sandra Bullock acting as a psychiatrist in the Muppet Show and repeatedly saying the word to the theme tune in 1996!

If you want to read more about Sandra you’ll have to Google it because this story is about our Harry.

Harry has been sick. Harry does sick VERY well! He goes floppy and his skin turns so pale it looks translucent and you can clearly see his veins. 

He started to feel ill Wednesday evening and was up by 05:00 Thursday with a raging temperature, sore throat and what seemed more like a migraine than a headache.

He would not eat or drink! I have a touch of Mum guilt as Tilly my 14 year old Westie was also not eating and got an emergency vet appointment, but I’m yet to even dial 111 for Harry! 

Thursday evening I tempted Harry with a cheese toastie and a bag of peanut curls. These are the most amazing crisps! You used to only be able to get them abroad. I remember trying to bring a bag back in my luggage and it exploded! They are crisps, but coated in peanut dust, same sort of texture as Monster Munch. They are also very salty which I thought would help with Harry’s temperature and maybe encourage him to drink more…..cunning!

We had another restless night Thursday and finally gave up at 05:00 and migrated downstairs to the lounge. 

Breakfast time came and Harry fancied a little something something so I made him a picky plate consisting of a Nutella bar, strawberries, fromage frais and chocolate milk. He devoured the lot! 

Woohoo I thought to myself, this boy is on the mend! 

A touch later and he turned to me again and said he was peckish! 

So relieved I told him he could have whatever his heart desired!

He fancied finishing off the big bag of peanut curls. 

Oh!

There were literally seven left and I’d eaten them. 

His eyes already reddened by the plague made him look even more forlorn! 

There’s that Mum guilt banging at the door again!

I offered to cook him a bowl of chips with lashings of salt and vinegar. It was only about 09:00 by now but I had some serious compensating to do. 

Nah, didn’t fancy that! 

But then his little eyes lit up, “cheeseburger!”

He literally only said cheeseburger but it translated to me as, I could be happy, well and love you again if only you’d buy me a cheeseburger!

So I tapped into McDonalds through JustEat and ordered him a double sausage and egg McMuffin, hash brown, tomato ketchup and a Grinch lemonade to seal the deal. 

The app is really good and lets you know when your food is on the way, it gives you a number to tell the driver in exchange for your goodies.

Well knock me sideways with a cracker if ours wasn’t 6/7! I wondered if it was an actual joke. Harry thought it was bloomin’ brilliant. 

I’m picturing Grandad reading this and looking confused. Let me see if I can Google a quick and simple explanation for the phenomenon 6/7……aah, that’s why the blog is called phenomenon! 

Explanation 

“The phrase “6-7” is a popular social media meme, primarily on TikTok, known for its lack of a specific meaning and classified by some as “brain rot” humor. Its main purpose is to serve as an inside joke or “shibboleth,” identifying the speaker as part of an online community aware of the trend. 

Origin and Usage

The number likely originated in a 2024 song by rapper Skrilla and gained massive popularity after a video of NBA player LaMelo Ball, who is 6’7″ tall, went viral reciting the lyrics. 

Despite possible initial links to police radio code 10-67 (signifying a dead body), the meme has largely become detached from any original meaning. Most users today employ the phrase precisely because it is nonsensical, often accompanied by specific hand gestures. 

We could dive deeper into other popular “brain rot” memes like “rizz” or “skibidi toilet”. Would you like an explanation of another recent internet slang term?”

Urm, that would be a firm NO! 

All of this had actually brought some life back to Harry and a smile on his face. He begged me to say the order number 6/7 in the style that is used on TikTok and with the accompanying juggling hand gestures. 

I told him I couldn’t, I’d be too embarrassed and this was where I lived so couldn’t run away, but he looked so disappointed. 

A little voice inside my mind (ooh I’m sure that’s lyrics from a song) ….. sorry, can’t continue until I finish the lyrics… 

“Said don’t look back you can never look back. Nobody on the road, nobody on the street…”

Got it! Boys of Summer, Don Henley, 1984! 

So a little voice inside my mind asked what matters more? The happiness of your poorly child or the opinion of the delivery driver you will never likely see again? 

Harry got very excited as the doorbell went and the fur babies started barking. 

“ Go on Mum! Are you going to do it? Are you actually? Don’t forget to do the hands as well!”

So I went to the door, opened it, the delivery driver asked for my code and I went all out and really loud for some unknown reason. 

“So I think I’m supposed to say SIX / SEVEN!!!!” As I bounced from side to side madly gesticulating with my hands. 

The driver kept his head down and said yes as he handed me my food and hurried away. 

I felt a wave of embarrassed excitement wash over me as I ran into the lounge to see Harry’s reaction and how many mum points I’d scored. 

He had his headphones on and was watching YouTube! 

“Are you kidding me?”

Turns out he was and he was actually watching the video he’d taken of the delivery driver laughing and shaking his head as he walked away. 

He actually managed most of that burger, but it filled him up for the whole day! Well at least he didn’t throw it up! 

Happy holidays! Xxx