tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post3437033628228889224..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Gotta Make the Morning LastKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-38178573991158857332019-09-29T12:42:26.224+01:002019-09-29T12:42:26.224+01:00Hi James, Sorry to hear about the tiredness. You g...Hi James, Sorry to hear about the tiredness. You get the sleep you need and play hard when you're awake. I don't know were I got the word 'mithered' from. It's not one I would have picked up in my home town. I must have picked it up from some of my reading, possible Peter Tinniswood, who I really liked when I was young, it might even have been good old James Herriot who I had a lot of time for when I was even younger. Regardless of where I got it, I am frequently mithered myself and no other word seems to do. As for pillock, which I heard graphically defined once, Yup that's me. :)Ken Armstronghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-77933392868812827172019-09-28T16:31:58.236+01:002019-09-28T16:31:58.236+01:00Firstly (and just to get it out of the road) can I...Firstly (and just to get it out of the road) can I say I’m sorry for whatever it is you haven’t been able to write about. Privacy’s important and something I value and although they say it’s good to talk why waste all that emotion on a blog? Write a play about it in ten years once it’s been thoroughly absorbed. Or maybe not.<br /><br />What I can and will say it how much your blog this week cheered me up not that I’ve been especially down but I have been exceptionally tired of late and no amount of sleep seems to be enough. But that’s neither here nor there. It wasn’t so much your blog that cheered me as it was one word: mithered. I haven’t heard that in YEARS! My mother was from the north of England and was often mithered. She and my dad had a handful of words that I’ve never heard anyone else use and not all of them dialectal. Mum is the only person I’ve even hear used the word “covetous” for example and it’s really not a word I would’ve expected to come out of her mouth because, as she was very open about, she was not a bright woman; as she often put it, “My sister was the dux of the school and I was the dunce.” My dad was the school bully but that’s another story.<br /><br />As for your head all I can say (and here I’m channelling Monty Python and Terry Pratchett) is: You great pillockl!Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.com