Tis Monday night, the wind is blowing a hooley, and I am full of caffeine yet again.
I really need to cut down my coffee intake, it is obscene. I sometimes drink more coffee than water in a day which isn’t great. If you were to cut or stab me, I would literally bleed blood, possibly into my latte.
My dog walk turned into a 5 mile wander this evening, so I am both shattered and buzzing.
Today I had the pleasure of reading a phrase I had been completely unaware of that made me smile. The phrase was part of an email from a dissatisfied customer during work today. They were unhappy with the return they were getting from a product and said it was “like giving a donkey strawberries”. I don’t wish to go into much detail surrounding my employment however, I can confirm I have little involvement in the fruit consumption of the noble equus asinus.
I bloody love a nice phrase. I can’t think of my dad without hearing him say “he’s as daft as a ships cat”.
If you were to spend any amount of time with my nana, you would likely here her proclaim that ” many a mickle macks a muckle”. I think she enjoys the rhythm of it rather than the meaning. I don’t think she has ever used it correctly.
A mickle is a ye olde word meaning a small amount. A muckle is a large amount. To mack, is local slang for to make. Basically I think it means the small things add up.
Isn’t language git canny. Today I also learned that a bird of prey that scavenges can also be known as a shite-hawk.
This all went off track a bit. The wind is whistling currently. It is my least favourite of the weathers.
I ate mushrooms for tea. Dinner to some. I still can’t decide if they are a delight, or vile. Only time will tell.
I wonder if turns of phrase are still created, or if they have just stopped. You never hear any new ones do you? Maybe it’s not cool.
There’s more bits to say, but I think I might just try and sleep. I’m enjoying typing nothing. Yeah, that’s it I’m done