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This is a ‘bugbear’… A real bugbear, not mine… No wonder the kids were scared…

‘Bugbear’… I’d just like to express how wonderful that word is… BUGBEAR… How brilliant. Most people in the world know that it means ‘something you find annoying or irritating’, but where on earth did it come from? Wikipedia (the fountain of all useless knowledge, not always to be trusted, but i’m sure, legitimate in this situation) explains the origins of this fantastic word as this:

‘A bugbear is a legendary creature or type of hobgoblin comparable to the bogeyman, bogey, bugaboo, and other creatures of folklore, all of which were historically used in some cultures to frighten disobedient children. Its name is derived from an old Celtic word bug for evil spirit or goblin. In medieval England, the Bugbear was depicted as a creepy bear that lurked in the woods to scare children; it was described in this manner in an English translation of a 1565 Italian play The Buggbear.

In a modern context, the term bugbear serves as a metaphor for something which is annoying or irritating. It may also mean “pet peeve.” Bugbear is also another term for scarecrow.’

‘…Bogey, Bugaboo…’ Ha. Brilliant.

How random…

But now you know…

If I use this word in future, you can understand how odd and yet purely delightful I find this word…

And so, I will be sharing with you, from time to time, some of my ‘bugbears’.

Number 1: Indicators. They are on your car for a reason, a flick of a stick and they’re on, they turn themselves off, it’s not hard. Use them.

That is all.

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Isn’t it strange, it sure causes me pain,

When you just can’t sleep, I’m going insane.

The milkman has been, he’s been and gone,

I watched him as, he dropped the milk on…

The step, the doorstep, just outside,

I watched him do it, he cannot hide.

I’ve been sat in bed for hours and hours,

I’ve tried to sleep, with all of my power.

With all of my might, I’ve tried to fight,

The thoughts that have been spinning,

Throughout the night.

I’ve sat up, I’ve written,

I’ve even drunk milk,

That went down nicely, slipped down like silk.

But not even that has enabled my sleep,

I’m still wide awake and kicking my feet.

I’ll try once more to slip into slumber,

I’m not sure I can take this much longer.

Isn’t it strange, It sure causes me pain,

When you just can’t sleep, I’m going insane.

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