It is Eastern time here. Time zones are confusing. I still get them mixed up. My sister lives in Chicago (about 2 1/2 hrs.) from me, but an hour behind! Aren't you supposed to stay up all night when you travel oversees - maybe that's just from America. With the jetlag, that's supposed to help.
Helps if you don't gobble up the free liquor too. I thought that it depended on the time you arrived in a place. For example, if you land in Italy before the designated time (I think it's 1pm local but what do I know), then you stay awake until a reasonable hour. But if you arrive after, then you can take a short nap to rest up. I didn't think it mattered which direction you came from. Though I will say that my jet-lag was always worse coming from Japan than going to it. But maybe that was because I was always excited to be going back.
Back always seems more difficult than going, but I'm usually headed somewhere between here (east coast time) to west coast. So, I find it more difficult because I "lose" time on the return trip!
Trip the light fantastic is a phrase too often used when dancing is mentioned. And yesterday at Little Moreton Hall I heard the interesting etymology of above board and treading the boards.
Boards: hey there's more. "Go by the board", did you mention that? "Man overboard!"- I think these refer to the gunwale of a wooden ship or boat.
Boat idioms are very common too, but there is a whole raft of board = table ones too. I used to write an idioms column in the South China Morning Post.
Post-pradial conversations are very convivial, more especially when the lunch is bibulous. Hey what is the derivation of "above board" please, and I ended that last sentence with bibulous.
Bibulous mediaeval people played gambling games such as cards and other 'board' games on the table or board that was placed on trestles in the great hall of the castle (or Little Moreton Hall in this case). Cheating went on under the table, so that above board meant honest and open.
That must be what getting your feet under the table means then.
Open sesame, open house, y'all come, you're mighty welcome, stranger. Bibulous was the meal we had tonight, a special for Fathers Day, with some of the wine I got for my birthday last year, still four bottles left in the crate, and we had something called bouffant croot. And a lovely fresh fruit salad, made from pineapple, strawberries, cranberries and creme fraiche.
Fraiche you sound even after a repast of those dimensions, that dementia. Presumably all paid for by your son?
Son no, cooked at home by wife for HER father, boef en croute very lovely. Effects of wine now wearing off, but the lovely memory lingers.
Like the smell of new mown hay I suppose?
Lingers like the smell of the bacon I cooked for my son yesterday still does. I must away and prepare prawns for lunch with my business partner.
Partnerschaft, that's a German word, like "Manager"; an intensely practical people, they import words and call them "Neudeutsch". But wasn't it always thus, with other languages?
Languages have borrowed extensively really, it's just that the original word is often lost by its changing to suit local mouths and script.The spoken Hong Kong Chinese for a file (check my Civil Service background) is 'fai lo', a gay is 'gei lo', for example.
Example is what we should lead by; "Do as I do, not merely as I say". So therefore, we should always be neat, smart, tidy and clean, never leave until tomorrow what we could do today, and never wear brown shoes with a blue suit.
Suit you sir! Most of us are much better at applying rules to other people, and I don't think I knew that about the brown shoes and blue suit.
Suit yourself. You my dear lady, would look fetching in colour combinations others simply couldn't wear, of course.
'course I would!! By the way, I have just been informed that scientists have just created a geep - which sounds cuter than a shoat.
