Today I am epitomising Hurkle-Durkle. A Scottish word meaning ‘lounging around in bed when you should be up and about doing other things.’
We Brits are bereft of a Hurkle-Durkle of our very own. You’d think a man like Shakespeare would have rustled up a word to do the job but he was clearly too invested with all the ‘hey nonny nonny’ and ‘what ho my lord’s to bother.
I usually spend my Sunday in a hive of fervent activity in order to prepare for the onslaught of the coming week. There is always laundry to do, packed lunches to make, sheets to change, ironing, cleaning, organising, cooking, online grocery shopping, phones to charge up, podcasts to download… It’s endless.
But this time – THIS time I am making a stand and invoking Hurkle-Durkle.
So, join me my friends.
Hold your middle fingers high
and let the hurkily durkily siren call of Scottish vernacular beckon you to bed.