The computer seems to be back up to speed, so I will be writing today. There is a lot I have to catch up on. If I want to stay on target, I'm going to have to write 6 000 words. It's never going to happen, but I'll give it a shot.
I'm still trying to arrange a time for my equestrian archery lessons this summer. I hope I can resolve it soon, they're to start in a fortnight or so. It's quite exciting as my trainer has bought a second horse, so now two of us can train on horseback at the same time. I think I'll still ride Nash, as I've gotten so very attached to her bossy, hard-headed nonsense (actually, she's extremely good once she knows you mean business. She works hard. Don't tell her I said so), though I can't wait to meet the new one.
I have to try and catch up today, so I'll leave it there. Before I go, today's Forgotten English.
Old age, spent to a considerable extent resting in a chair.
- Albert Hyamson's Dictionary of English Phrases, 1922
In thy Reverence, and they Chaire-dayes, thus to die in Ruffian battel.
- William Shakespeare's 2 Henry VI, 1593
Drooping chair, chair fit for old ages; 1 Henry VI.
- C. Herford's Works of Shakespeare, 1902