The truth was, I didn't much feel like writing and I think I know the reason why. I don't particularly want this book to end. I've had so much fun writing it - giggles and snickers and in-jokes that precious few people would get... I don't particularly want to be finished.
Though, I suppose, all good things come to an end. I will write today. I suppose.
You can't see me, but I'm making a frowny-face.
On with my day! Have a great Tuesday everyone.
Hunt's-Up
A tune played on the horn under the windows of sportsmen to arouse them.
- Robert Hunter's Encylopaedic Dictionary, 1894
The phrase, a "hunt's up," implied any song intended to arouse in the morning - even a love song - the name having been derived from a tune or song employed by early hunters. The term occurs in Romeo and Juliet, where Juliet says to Romeo, speaking of the lark,
Since arm from arm, that voice doth us affray,
Hunting thee hence with hunts-up to the day.
The morning song to a newly married woman was [also] called the hunt's up. This may be alluded to by Juliet [in] urging Romeo to make his escape.
- Rev. T.F. Thiselton-Dyer's Folklore of Shakespeare, 1884
Strake, a particular note blown by a hunter, apparently after the game is killed [From Middle English] strake, to sound a blast on a trumpet. [Mallory's] Morte [d']Arthur has "To the flighte, to the dethe, and to strake."
- Walter Skeat's Glossary of Tudor and Stuart Words, 1914
