This blog and blog-visiting has become such a habit, that it's hard to imagine missing more than a day of either one. And yet, the last post I wrote, I actually wrote on Sunday. You're probably wondering what cliff I've fallen over.
I'm not sure why. PMS? Maybe. Low pressure sitting on top of us? Possibly. Or it could be that I just ran out of steam.
I've gone to bed early and slept late the last two days and it's a struggle to get out of bed. Once I'm up, I try to get things done before I inevitably feel the pull of gravity on my eyelids again.
Today I made a quiche for work and rode my bike while it was in the oven. I went to work and did what must be done, but found my lids drifting down while I worked.
I hope this passes soon.
I was driving to work today, thinking "I'm just knackered." I've heard that word and used that word all my life thinking that it just meant exhausted or really, really tired. But today, I made the connection. Not long ago, I read a book that mentioned the Knacker Man who drove the Knacker Truck.
Anybody got a guess as to what the Knacker Man did?
The Knacker Man was the guy in the village that drove around picking up dead bodies from the streets. This can refer to either people or animals.
So when you say you are "knackered", you are talking about so tired, you're nearly dead. Dead tired. Knackered.