One of my oldest friends is fond of using the word dischuffed. I met him when I was still living in the south of England. He hailed from the north so I assumed it was some Lancashire phraseology because I’d never heard it used prior to meeting him. Unconsciously, and probably by dint of spending a lot of time with him in my twenties, that word has become a part of my personal lexicon. I’ve seen it listed in the Collins dictionary recently and was a little surprised to find that it is a real word!

Today it’s proving very useful because I’m finding myself highly dischuffed by the fact that I left a Nokia phone charger (not so important) and my Moleskine notebook at the venue of a speaking gig that I attended yesterday.

That Moleskine notebook contains all manner of scribblings. There is a chapter of a novel that I was writing last year, countless business ideas and various other notes. That Moleskine is like my unconscious made material. So yes, very dischuffed.

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