Fancy yourself as a Wordsmith?

There are people who call me a wordsmith.  (There are others who call me an idiot, but that’s another story!) A friend’s sister has a better name: word-herder. [your sister’s blog reference here if still valid] Sometimes words are malleable and you can shape them...

How it all started

In my previous blog I wrote about why I love words. Today I want to tell you how that love came about. On long, cold, winter weekends in north-west England — Blackpool, to be precise — my mother would work through a book called “First Aid in English” with me. It was...