I’ve told you many times that my brain is wired differently.
For example I have an annoying habit of manipulating things subconsciously and joining imaginary lines. For example, no matter how hard I try to avoid drawing imaginary diagonal lines across the ceiling of a room in an attempt to make a perfect square, I just cannot stop myself.
I have no idea why the deep thinking bits of my brain should be wasting valuable processing power on such useless activities but there it is, it just happens.
I find myself having bizarre conversations between my conscious and subconscious— so when I have created a square asking it why? And does it make me feel better? Now I realise these odd thoughts are just the sort of ramblings which are likely to get me carted off to St Anns, but even so I find them irresistible. The one saving grace is that ironically, rather than being carted off to St Anns I’m one of the men in white coats who do the assessments in the first place. I find this quite reassuring, it means that if an eccentric doctor like myself thinks someone needs the security and safety of St Anns, then they really do need that help.
But back to the puzzles. Another quirk my brain has is reversing things (looking for palindromes). For example I cannot read the word desserts without feeling stressed. I pause over words like rotator with that same internal satisfaction of seeing a perfectly square ceiling.
So here are my couple of puzzles, be warned they are exceedingly tricky!!
Puzzle 1 – What was the first palindrome?
Puzzle 2 – A few years ago, I came into work on a Thursday and had the great satisfaction of manipulating the date so that I could write it palindromically.
Now I realise that is hardly surprising because there are lots of dates each year which can be written the same forwards as backwards—the last one was 11.11.11 – that was a particularly special date.
But I digress. Much to my surprise why I came to work on the Friday, would you believe it, I was once again able to write the date palindromically!!! Wow. I spent the weekend marvelling that such mathematical curiosities should exist and that the vast majority of the population live in complete ignorance of such phenomena. And lo and behold I come back to work on the Monday and once again I’m able to write the date palindromically.
I think I spent the day in some higher mental state of mathematical nirvana. I can’t help but feel that my patients must have suspected something was amiss from the faraway dazed expression on my face.
As I’ve said these events happened several years ago but they still make the hairs stand up on my neck!
Your task is to work out those 3 miraculous dates!
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