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.
No cliffs.
Just tired.
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?
Anyone?
Anyone?
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.
That's me.
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Was wondering where you had gone... I love reading your blog... and you suddenly went quiet... (yes, I am strange, I'm a kiwi, and I DON'T mean the fuzzy fruit)
Have a lovely day :)
I feel ya. I'm bone tired too, but i have too much crap that has to be done. Wishing you lots of energy soon.
I love little tidbits like learning about the Knacker Man. Thanks. Now I can go scare my little nephew and nieces with tales of the Knacker Man.
Knackered--I didn't know it applied to the collection of corpses. My understanding of knacker was it was the occupation of those who slaughtered horses. Ol' Dobbin, after a lifetime of service was considered useless and sent to the Knacker's Yard to be killed, skinned and hooves melted down for glue. Except in times of famine, the Brits never developed a taste for horse. The French, however love a good nag steak.
Thus, when you were "knackered", you were worn out and ready to be "scrapped."
Another Britishism is to use the word knackers as a synonym for cajones.
And now you know everything.
I wish I could remember the book I was reading when I came across that particular usage for knacker. It WOULD be useful to be able to refer to it. Unfortunately, it was probably a couple of years ago and at the rate I go through books, it could have been any one of hundreds.
So - British usage... can you be knackered from being knackered? It sounds vaguely like some kind of snack cake.
I think we all go through them stages. I hope you get your strength back soon. Just focus on getting rest.
oh, me too lady, me too. hope you feel back on top soon!
I thought cajones were Italian pastries with pepperoni and pizza sauce and cheese inside.
Sorry you're wiped - there seems to be a lot of that going around. Oh, and by the way, don't eat Italian at babzy's...
Sis-
PARTICULARLY at our age, recovery is an absolutely critical part of progress. Because your metabolism is so slow, you might start going on a three day exercise cycle instead of two. Ask your trainer, of course, but it sounds to me like you have a roaring case of training fatigue.
John
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