It’s Monday and this isn’t a good sign….. I’ve reached the end of my tether!
Anyone who knows me will appreciate that I generally quite a patient person. Some of you might even say too patient but occasionally even I reach the end of my rope.
So where does the phrase come from and what does it really mean?
A little research ( not got the patience for extensive research this evening) revealed it’s a phrase used mainly in the USA and UK. It means to have reached the end of your patience, to be completely worn out, exasperated or exhausted.
So. What’s a tether in this context? Cue more Googling – a rope used to restrict the freedom of grazing animals by tying one end around their neck and the other to a stake in the ground.
Hmmmm…….
Pass me the scissors or a knife….this tether is being cut!
Normally to soothe me frayed nerves I would head out for a walk along the beach but its kind of cold and dark out there right now.
Virtual beach walk required before I settle down to continue the tale that’s shaping up to be Book Baby 4.
http://livebeaches.com/rehoboth-beach-de/webcams/rehoboth-beach-boardwalk/
I can almost feel the sand between my toes…..
(images sourced via Google – credits to the owners)
Coral McCallum 