Word of the day is ‘whiffler’ (17th century): one who ‘whiffles’, i.e. blows this way and that and never holds a consistent position.

A reminder that the adjective ‘nod-crafty’, from the 17th century, describes someone with the knack of nodding their head with an air of great understanding, when in reality they tuned out ages ago.

I continue to love #buyastrangerabook day.

Here’s a chance to nab a unique piece of art, modelled on our wonderful guide dogs.  Click on the link to the online auction below to see the sculptures available and, if you’re able, please consider bidding to raise funds for an incredible charity Guide Dogs.

Word of the Day is ‘cunctator’ (17th century): a delayer; the person who always gets to a task just as it’s being finished.

Very much looking forward to this conversation. The Hay Festival is always among my favourite events of the year.

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This is a lovely thing. youtu.be/gEOv5inkLN8

Word of the day is ‘beek’ (13th century): to bask in pleasurable warmth.

The word 'travel' is an offshoot of 'travail', meaning 'trouble' or 'torment'. Both are descendants of the Latin 'trepalium', which was an instrument of torture. Travel in the Middle Ages (and beyond) was often arduous and long.

A short piece on names in the dictionary, from Quentin Tarantino to Jack the Lad: inews.co.uk/opinion/eyonce…

Yes, for that we have the Italian ‘sprezzatura’: a casual nonchalance that hides the effort going on behind the scenes.

A snapshot of my current list of situations and emotions that we surely need a word for (I’d welcome your suggestions too): greatbigstory.com/susie-dents-to…

Word of the day is ‘fudgel’ (18th century): to make a big show of working hard whilst actually doing very little.

I love this idea.

It was a treat to chat on BBC Breakfast this morning about local dialects and the words that define us, from barm cakes to chuggy pigs. Which words or expressions transport you immediately back home?

I love how the word 'atone' wears its heart on its sleeve. It began as 'at one', because to atone is to bring back unity. Atonement is really 'at-one-ment'.

In the same way, 'alone' began as 'all one'.

I can give you one of my favourite words from Scots: 'flenched', used for weather that promises to improve but never actually does.

...and I'd be delighted to do personal dedications should anyone fancy one.