The view from The Shack

This poor excuse for a summer continues but we can at least hang out in The Pub At The Bottom Of The Garden, AKA The Shack. We have a heater and some blankets and, if it gets seriously nippy, we can grab some of the stuff that warms you up from one our many bottles. 

Having done a tidying up job in the garden today the view from The Shack is much improved so we sat down there and played cards this evening. This on top of a seriously busy day of getting ready for guests from Australia and Canada next week, digging out bedding and shopping for odd items that we needed. 

We came across the word "hebdomadal" whilst doing the crossword today. It means a weekly meeting or occurrence. Or more definitively early 17th century (in the sense ‘lasting seven days’): from late Latin hebdomadalis, from Greek hebdomas, hebdomad- ‘the number seven, seven days’, from hepta ‘seven’. What a stupid thing to come across in everyday parlance; it is one for Oxford scholars and poseurs. I do wonder about crossword setters sometimes, they often seem to be living in a different age. This word enjoyed its heyday in the 1850s with a brief renaissance in the 1950s. But I don’t think I shall use it much …

Tomorrow I hope to have some time to get creative …