Ill In Bed

So, this blog post is going out in the afternoon... because I've been ill in bed today. That also means I don't have the Forgotten English on my desk before me to relate to you today. But what I do have is the awesomely funny comments my first Beta Reader sent me on the prologue.

My Beta Reader is, of course, my flatmate... and she's very flattering about it. Of course, flattery won't make me a better writer, but her comments made me laugh out loud. And here are the best bits, prefaced by the things I actually wrote:

Pallid greyish skin stretched over bone and sinew as if sewn on by a cobbler who couldn’t quite afford enough hide. (way to give me nightmares.)

When they grinned, it was as looking into the mouth of death. (when these things show up in my dreams, no matter what time it is I’m coming into your room to hit you in the head.)

You know, these sentences aren't side by side in the book, and now that they are, they seem well... bad.

And now, I'm watching a Castle marathon with said Beta Reader and laughing hysterically. Have a great weekend all! Hopefully I won't be ill for very long.

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Held Hostage

I am housebound ... again. Moreover, my flatmate and my dear friend are colluding to keep me housebound - all day. I'm not allowed to go to work. I'm not allowed to go to training. I'm barely even allowed out of bed.

I would complain normally, but I am coughing a lot, and I do feel pretty terrible in general.

This means, however, that once again, I don't have my Forgotten English calendar for you. I promise to have all the ones you've missed up when I return to work.

Also, sorry this post was late. I woke up late.

Well, it's time to take my Benalyn. I probably spelled that incorrectly.

Ta ta for now. Hopefully I'll be back at it soon.

A Little Better Today

Well, I'm feeling a bit better this morning. We'll see how long it lasts, though. I might not got to training tonight. That should say mountains about how I feel.

As promised, Monday's Forgotten English:

Welchman's Hose:

Equivalent to the breeches of a Highlander, of the dress of a naked Pict; upon the presumption that Welchmen wear no hose.

- Thomas Fielding's Select Proverbs of All Nations, 1824.

In phrases like "to make a Welshman's hose of" [and] "to make like a Welshman's hose," to stretch or west the meaning of a word, sentence, etc.

- Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1928

Yesterday was profoundly boring. I hate staying in bed all day, so I didn't. I cleaned house a little bit, then, terribly sick of being house-bound, I went to training. I took it very lightly and din't overexert myself at all. I didn't, however, do any writing or Beta Reading of any kind, and so am terribly behind.

I'm making a sad face, though you can't see it.

I don't know how much I'm going to be able to write today. I might fall asleep on the keyboard randomly. Who knows? I'll give it a shot, though.

So, before I sign off to start writing, here's today's Forgotten English:

Kazzardly:

Unlucky ... Perhaps corrupted from hazard.

- William Holloway's Dictionary of Provincialisms, 1838

Unwell

Well, here's something I didn't bank on. I managed to develop a cough yesterday (briefly) and today I have a fever. I'll be home all day in bed.

Fortunately, that means a very short post to read through today. Unfortunately, it means I don't have my Forgotten English calendar to share with you. It's on my desk at work. I promise I'll double up the Forgotten English tomorrow to make up for it.

Until then, then! Have a great Monday. I'll hopefully be back in action tomorrow.