don't be so fusty
I learnt a new word today: fusty. Isn't it fabulous?
It means old-fashioned, or smelling of damp or mould. I love the way it sounds - fusty. It's got spunk, like you almost have to spit it out. I've set myself a goal to use it in at least three conversations this week.
My, my, aren't we looking fusty today?
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Hi! I'm Sarah. I am a 30-year-old writer, mum, traveller, animal-lover, quasi-vegetarian, lip gloss fiend, movie buff and property addict living in Sydney, Australia. I love the smell of newly-printed magazines and books, a cup of tea and a treat at the end of the day, and packing for holidays.. the anticipation is half the fun! Thanks for visiting :)
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