Words are such fun – I love playing with words.

As The Gardening Man growing up, one of my ambitions was to write well and speak well. I discovered sometimes indeed often, people can write well but speak poorly or speak well but right poorly. I wanted to have reasonable skills in both domains.

That was especially important because, on the other side of the skills ledger, I am hopeless when it comes to maths, physics, chemistry, and any of those mathematically and symbolically inclined subjects.

Certain circumstances along the way help me in terms of language. Maybe a daily prompt later in the peace will enable me to elaborate.

Words also need to be fun and there is one word that plays on my mind quite often. It’s not my favourite word and it’s not a use that I try and use too often myself. But living where I live, working where I’ve worked and listening as I have, suggests that the “f…” word is very common. I frequently wonder whether that word is the first one learned and uttered by some babies. It seems to be one of the world’s most universally and frequently uttered epithets.

My favourite word, one I use frequently, be it in euphoric or despairing situations or anything in between is “Peet” and in the longer form “Peeetie”

I use it as a call sign and an identity tag.

PEEEET! I repeat, PEEEEEEEET!!