Tuesday
Tuesday morning and, after another thunderstorm overnight which I didn’t hear, I woke up to rain which soon cleared. It’s now sunny and clear, the windows are open to help shift the damp smell, the washing is on in the hope it will dry before more rain comes, and there was no need to have a heater on in the bedroom last night. In fact, if the weather settles down and stays as it is today (yesterday), I should be able to drag myself out onto them there hills and start up my three-mile walk-a-day routine before long. I need to. The belt is back on hole number two, one down from where it was before Christmas and not down in a good way. Still, that should be rectified when the weather is more amenable to regular walks rather than the odd one here and there.
Meanwhile… Here are some interesting stats supplied by Grammarly. That’s the plug-in program I use to check my grammar and spelling on top of Word’s own (hideously inaccurate) grammar and spell check. The program highlights possible typos and other anomalies and regularly send me a report on my progress. The following was quite surprising.
Number of words checked since July 2016 when I first started using it: 4,979,397
I was more productive than 98% of Grammarly users (which doesn’t mean much as perhaps no-one else uses it)
I was more accurate than 78% of users
I used more unique words than 99% of users, which is probably due to the dialect used in the Saddling and others and also because I am currently writing with an old-fashioned Victorian style (or my own version of)
My most common mistake is missing commas in compound sentences (I do use a lot of ‘and’).
As we were talking work and writing, I thought I’d share the latest images from ‘the study.’ My writing corner and my reading desk which is still waiting for the captain’s chair which, I am told, goes into production early next week. When it’s ready, it will be delivered to friends in the yUK when they return from New Zealand, and they will be shipping it with some of their own items before the end of March. As for me, I am shipping off to the writing corner to see if I can make the 5 million words mark before the end of the week.
PS, that painting isn’t of me, it’s of my uncle, done in oils the 60s (I think) by a well-known artist I can’t read/remember the name of. I the photo above, the house is a tapestry of where we lived, done by my mother in 1972.
