Wednesday, 26 August 2015

How well do you use words? Read this blog and answer a few simple questions. (1)

There are quite a few common errors in the use of words in English. We have grammar rules for a reason. Without the use of correct grammar, misunderstandings can easily occur. I once heard something like this on the radio. (I cannot quote the exact situation as it was a long time ago, but this is more-or-less what was said.)

Now I’m quite sure the man did not steal the money while in court, but that is what was said.

A correct sentence should have said ‘A man was sentenced in court today to 3 years in jail for stealing money from his employer.’

This is just one example of many. Unfortunately, many of the culprits are journalists who should know better.

When I was at school we did lots of exercises of this kind, having to correct the sentence.

Another thing that does not make me laugh, but causes me to shout at the radio or TV and that is the misuse of Amount and Number.

Amount/number. I frequently hear people using the word ‘amount’ when they ought to be using the word ‘number’.
A simple rule is “If you count it, then you say ‘number’ but if you measure it you say ‘amount’.”

Thus it would be: ‘The number of people at the music festival exceeded all expectation,’ or ‘The team needed to score a greater number of goals in order to win the match.’

And: ‘The amount of rainfall this month was above average,’ or ‘The amount of time required for the task is greater than that allowed.’

Another way of thinking of it is that if you are talking about things that come in whole numbers (e.g. people, goals etc. You can’t have half a person or half a goal!) then you say ‘number’ but if you can have fractions, then it would be amount. (e.g. time, weight, length etc.)

Some people might like to think of it in terms of analogue and digital. ‘Number’ is used for digital numbers, and ‘amount’ for analogue.

I will leave you to consider this with these few simple exercises. I will post the correct answers in my next post, which will likely be next Tuesday or Wednesday.

Correct the following sentences:

1. Bulldog for sale. Will eat anything. Very fond of children.
2. The dog growled at me as I was passing in a very aggressive manner.
3. Caroline’s bag was found by a man full of groceries. 
4. The wool was found by the playful kitten in a complete tangle.
5. Man saved from being killed by train on rail line.

This last one is on I’ve just seen on BT.

Put the correct word, Amount or Number into these sentences.

1. There was a greater ---------- of rainfall than usual last month.
2. There was a greater ---------- of people at the match than usual.
3. The girl put a large ----------- of sugar in the cake she was making.
4. If you look at the window you can see the ---------- of raindrops that have hit it.
5. We need to score a greater ----------- of goals  than that if we are to win the league.

From the end of this month I am going to be concentrating on my Wordpress blog and so will not be posting so frequently on Blogger. I think I said previously that I am frustrated by being unable to see the comments made by people. If you want to continue to read my posts, please visit I hope that you will continue to follow my musings.

If any of you are following The Wolf Pack on this blog, I have started serializing it on Wordpress. I am only up to Chapter 3 there though. It can also be found on Wattpad too where I think I am up to about Chapter 22. If you can't wait, though, you can buy it from Amazon at or

Saturday, 15 August 2015


So sorry not to have posted since August 9th. I am doing a blogging course, Blogging 101 and it's taking quite a bit of my time. That as well as my writing and normal life seems to fill the days. I'm now half way through the course and so should be back in a couple of weeks.

I have said before that I am thinking of closing this blog down and concentrating on my wordpress one as I can receive your comments there. I have quite a few comments left on this blog but for some reason blogger doesn't want to allow its bloggers to read the comments they receive.

I have decided to keep on with this blog at least until I've finished serializing The Wolf Pack so as not to leave you behind. Of course, I am also a serializing it on my wordpress blog. There we're up to Chapter 3 so if you missed some and want to catch up, go there. Here's the link:

Sunday, 9 August 2015

The Wolf Pack Chapter 24 Wolf

I am doing a Bloging 101 course at the moment and so the weekdays are filled with tasks for that. For the time being I will try to post at the weekend.
Here is the next installment of The Wolf Pack.


They remained for two further days in Roffley in order to gather provisions and to rest, for they knew that the journey in front of them was going to be arduous. They had to cross the formidable Mountains of Doom. Thadora had asked Davrael to teach her to use a short bow, she spent some time practising under his eye, and Asphodel also practised her skills with the sling. Kimi was continuing her knife practice too, and was now using two knives that Davrael had bought for her in Hambara.
There had been an argument between Randa and Carthinal after discovering that a caravan would be departing for Hambara in the next sixdays. Thadora, rather surprisingly, settled it by telling the group that the old clairvoyant had mentioned eight companions to her, and as she pointed out, the number in the original poem had been unclear. It could well have been eight. So Carthinal agreed, if reluctantly, to Randa’s demand that she accompany them. Basalt was less than convinced and told Carthinal so. He disliked the heiress to Hambara’s dukedom intensely, and she reciprocated. However, he accepted Carthinal’s decision on the matter, but did not have to like it, as he pointed out.
They decided to leave the horses behind at the inn to be cared for by Fat Ander as the innkeeper was known. The journey over the mountains was likely to be difficult for the animals as they had neither of them been bred for mountain work. The horses that did travel the passes over the Mountains of Doom to Erian were a sturdy mountain breed, sure-footed and with thick coats. Fat Ander told them he would allow their animals to run in his fields with his own horses. Payment for any feed or other expenses could be made on the traveller’s return. If they did not return, they agreed that Fat Ander could have the horses. He was more than happy with this, as the value of Storm alone would be worth more than his inn could earn in a year, not to mention the value of a horse like Moonbeam, from Horselord stock.
Randa smiled. ‘I hope he knows what he’s letting himself in for with Storm. He can be very difficult. I wouldn’t put it past him to jump out of the field and go home!’
She was obviously very fond of her wilful stallion.
During the night, Asphodel had a strangely vivid dream, but in the morning, she found it very difficult to recall.
‘I know it had something to do with the way we have to go,’ she told them. ‘I can remember thinking in the dream that this was a true dream, and not one brought about by our discussions earlier. Oh, why can’t I remember it now?’ she exclaimed in frustration. ‘There was a man, sitting on a stone. He looked like a scribe, I think. I think he had ink stains on his fingers and carried quills in his pocket. I can’t remember anything else.’
The description seemed familiar to Davrael and Kimi.
‘It sounds very much like the man whom we saw in the clearing when we were coming to Hambara,’ Kimi told them. ‘We suspected he was Zol. It was so very mysterious.’
‘Try to think as we walk,’ Carthinal told Asphodel. ‘Maybe more of your dream will come to you.’
Relations had been a little strained between them since Grillon’s night, each trying to distance themselves from the other. The rest of them, if they noticed, did not show that they did, and they set off on their travels once more.
Mandreena walked to the edge of the town with them and waved goodbye.
‘I hope you stop again on your way back,’ she told Thadora. ‘We had a good time together, didn’t we?’
‘Yeah we did. I’m sure we’ll stop. After all, your dad’s got our ’orses!’
With that, they left the town of Roffley behind them.

They stopped for the night by the side of the road. The Mountains were coming nearer, and the land was beginning to rise in low hills as they left the small town. They had seen some farms as they walked, but now they were few and far between and the forest was again beginning to encroach on the road. The river still ran alongside them, and they made use of it for water and washing.
They had found a small dell in the forest, near the river, and they lit a fire, both for cooking and warmth, for it was still quite cold at night. They were more tired than they were before coming to Roffley because they were now having to carry whatever they needed, and the going was consequently slower. They were going to have to rely on catching some game to supplement their rations too. Fero had insisted they buy a rope just in case they had to climb up something in the mountains, and now their money was getting rather low.
They took watch as they had become accustomed to. Fero was watching with Kimi, and they had the last watch before dawn. As they were sitting there, they heard a howl. It was not too near, but Kimi looked across at Fero for confirmation of her assessment that there was no danger. Seeing Fero’s relaxed attitude, she allowed herself to relax too. Then they heard a sound from near the fire. Fero looked round, and saw that Thadora had woken at the sound of the howl, and was sitting bolt upright clutching her sword in her hand. Fero went over to her.
‘It’s all right, Thadda,’ he said, using her pet name to reassure her, ‘That is the cry of a normal wolf. They don’t attack people, especially a well-armed group like we are. Nor do they come near fire.’
‘Those others damn well did,’ was all the reply he got. Thadora looked wild-eyed and Fero tried to reassure her.
‘There was something strange about that group. I told you at the time. A pair of unnaturally intelligent dire wolves was leading them. These others near here are just a normal pack.’
‘ ’Ow d’ yer know?’ Thadora demanded.
‘I saw them yesterday when I was scouting,’ he told her. ‘When the others wake up, we’ll go and look at them. If you watch them for a while, you will see what they are truly like. They are not the fearsome beasts that people tell about in children’s stories, and tales related by travellers in the taverns. Those tales are all made up or greatly embroidered to frighten people or make the tellers seem brave and bold.’
So the early morning saw Fero and Thadora moving through the forest towards where he had seen and heard the wolves. ‘Do you know how to walk quietly, Thadora?’ asked Fero as they neared the place for which he was heading.
‘You know it!’ was the reply. ‘Hey! It’s a requirement o’ th’ job o’ a bloody thief. It’d be so no use if yer wake folk by bangin’ about.’
So silently, they slipped through the rapidly lightning forest until they came out on an escarpment overlooking some flatter land. The trees disappeared here, and they could see the Grosmerian plain spread before them. To the east, the hills continued to rise to meet the mountains, but to the north and west was flatter land. Here and there were dotted small farmsteads, separated by tracts of forest and open countryside. They could just make out the lights coming on in Roffley a day’s journey away, as people rose to their morning tasks. Then Fero held out his hand to warn Thadora to be silent. They wormed their way forward on their stomachs, and looked down from the cliff top to the plain below. They were about twenty feet above the plain here, and below them was a pack of wolves. Thadora watched the animals in fascination. They were obviously a closely-knit group, with the exception of one animal, much paler than the rest, who seemed to hold itself aloof, or the others were ostracising it. Fero whispered that she, (for it was a she-wolf, he told her) was a stranger, and probably trying to join the pack. She had not been there when he caught sight of them yesterday. Maybe she had lost her own pack. He told Thadora that pack sizes were usually between six and ten, but that ten was rare.  ‘More than about eight, and one kill would not suffice, and less than six and the pack would find it difficult to hunt down larger animals like deer,’ he whispered.
He pointed out the alpha male and female to her. The alpha male was a reddish brown animal, quite large, and the alpha female was a smaller, black creature. Fero told Thadora that as a rule, only these two would mate, and the others would help in the rearing of the cubs. Another large black male had begun to sniff at the pale she-wolf. She was cautious and bared her teeth at him, at the same time, crouching down, ears flattened to her head. Of the others, one was obviously much younger, a reddish colour again. She was obviously one of the cubs of the alpha male. There was another black wolf, slightly smaller than the very large one, and two greyish ones, one of which was a small female and the other was a very small adult male. Fero thought that the smaller dark wolf and the greyish female were probably littermates, the way they seemed to stick to each other’s company.
They watched for some time, and Thadora became fascinated. Then the large black wolf sniffed the air as the wind gusted and seemed to change direction and he swung his head in their direction. He gave a sharp bark, and the leader turned and led his pack at a loping trot away from the cliff.
‘Damn!’ swore Fero, ‘Wind changed direction and he smelled us. We’d better get back to the others. They should be ready to leave and we’ve still got our things to pack up.’
‘Thanks, Fero,’ said Thadora on their way back, ‘But, hey, those wolves didn’t seem scary. I don’t think I’ll be such a bloody wuss as far as wolves are concerned in future.’
Fero smiled.
When they got back to the camp, they found that the others had indeed packed up, including Fero and Thadora’s things, and that Basalt had made oatmeal porridge that he said would sustain them well for their trek. Fero and Thadora sat down and took the wooden bowls of porridge that they were handed. The group sat round eating, then when they were finished, they wiped out the bowls, tied them to their packs and were ready to leave. Fero saw to it that the fire was completely out before they left, and they returned to the road.
Thadora was very quiet as they walked along. She was obviously thinking about the wolves. Fero hoped that what she had seen would help her with her fear.
She came up to Fero and asked, ‘’Ow common are th’ colourings o’ that pack, like?’
‘Well now—wolves come in a range of colours ranging from very pale to black. However, the very pale coat of the she-wolf we saw trying to join the pack is not common this far south, although they are more so in the snowy north. Maybe that was why she was without a pack. Sometimes albinos are turned out. However, she wasn’t a true albino. Her eyes were brown and there was some colour to her coat.’
‘Hmm!’ was all the reply he got.
When they stopped for a midday break, Thadora suddenly said, ‘Carthinal, that poem about soddin’ wolves that you ’ad, right? D’you still ’ave it?’
‘Somewhere in one of my pockets. I expect. Did you want me to read it?’
‘No, Mother taught me ter read, so I c’n read it by meself. She learned at  Madame soddin’ Dopari’s, right? It were somethin’ th’ damn Madame insisted all th’ girls learn. Would yer lend it t’ me for a while?’
‘Of course. You can keep it. I don’t know why I’ve still got it, since it seems to have no relevance to us or our quest.’
So Carthinal gave the poem to Thadora and she took it and began to read it.
All the afternoon, Thadora kept perusing the poem as they walked. No one seemed to be able to get anything out of her, and they all thought her behaviour a little odd and out of character, but she was obviously working something out. Fero thought she was trying to work through her fear of wolves, but Kimi had the feeling it was something more. She expressed her thoughts to Davrael.
‘I expect she’ll tell us when she’s good and ready, and not before,’ was the reply she got. Davrael was a man of few words.
‘Yes, you’re right of course,’ Kimi replied, linking her arm through his. He placed his other hand over hers and smiled down at the small young woman with love. They continued in this way in silence. It was not until they stopped for the night that Thadora revealed her thoughts. After they had eaten, she opened the paper with the poem on and began to read it aloud.

‘“The wolves will fight ’gainst every foe
The balance to maintain
But far and wide the pack must go
All borders they disdain.

“The pack contains the strangest group,
The one whose pride comes with her
And one who slips through every loop
The wilful one, the tracker.

“The leader with his anger held,
The ones who hunt the horse
The rock that’s strong completes the meld
And makes the pack a force.

“The wolf pack’s members are filled with zest
And all do have their place
The hunt their foes with ruthlessness
Then vanish without trace.

“In times of danger all must know
The wolf pack will be there.
They work as one. They keep their vow.
For each other they will care.”

‘I think this bleedin’ poem refers to us.’
The others looked at her in surprise.
‘What makes you think that?’ queried Basalt
‘It was, like, when I were watchin’ th’ wolves wi’ Fero. They seemed in lots o’ ways ter be like us, see. Th’ leader was a big, soddin’, reddish brown animal that made me kinda think o’ you, Carthinal, right? There were somethin’ about ’im that seemed so kinda dangerous, but hey, ’e didn’t show any behaviour to th’ others that made my feelin’ logical, see? I think it were just that ’e seemed ter be holdin’ somethin’ inside o’ ’imself, right? You give me that feelin’ too, Carthinal. An’ that, wi’ ’is colouring an’ all were what made me, like, think o’ you.
Then I looked at th’ others. We was all bleedin’ well there. A small black wolf, the alpha female Fero called ’er, was you, Asphodel. Small and pretty, but wi’ plenty o’ spirit you know. Then there were a damn big, black wolf that were obviously Fero. A little distant, yer know. I noticed that ’e sometimes wandered off, sniffin’ around—fer game I suppose, or danger.
A small reddish one, much younger than the rest were me, see, while th’ two ’oo was littermates and was always together was Davrael and Kimi. Th’ male o’ these was black too. Th’ other two were obviously Basalt, a small adult wolf, and a light-coloured female for Randa. The pale wolf were findin’ it hard ter get accepted inter th’ pack, a bit like Randa is wi’ us, like. (Sorry Randa, but it’s true, ain’t it?) Then th’ large black, Fero, showed interest in th’ pale wolf. Don’t look away, Fero. I’ve seen yer eyes on Randa when you think no one’s lookin’.’
At this comment, Fero looked embarrassed and Randa looked annoyed, but Thadora continued, ‘So I wanted ter look at th’ damn poem again, right? Here is ’ow I sees it. Th’ wolf pack in th’ poem is us. OK? I’ll ignore th’ first verse as I don’t know what that means. Th’ second starts to describe th’ wolves. “The one whose pride comes with her” is Randa. Hey, you are rather proud an’ ’aughty yer know, Randa, and th’ “one who slips through every loop” puzzled me at first, but I think it’s me. I seem to allus manage ter get away when some bleedin’ person is on me track for some damn scrape or other.
Now the “wilful one” I think is Asphodel, right? You told us you ’ad to leave ’Ambara because you ’ad annoyed the bleedin’ Great Father o’ th’ temple by disobeyin’ orders because yer didn’t agree wi’ them. That’s wilful! And “tracker” is obviously Fero, OK?’ She paused for breath and looked round at them. They were all looking at her with interest.
‘“The leader” is Carthinal, right?’ she continued. ‘You seem to ’ave a ’idden anger too, Sometimes not so idden, either, Carthinal, so that fits in wi’ “with his anger held.” “The ones who hunt the horse” are Davrael and Kimi, though strictly speaking you don’t ’unt ’orses, but ’erd ’em; and finally, Basalt is “the rock that’s strong.” Basalt is, I think, a rock. Is it strong?
‘I’ve not got no further wi’ th’ meanin’ o’ th’ first verse, but th’ last obviously means that we must stick t’gether and be as a wolf pack.’
‘Maybe,’ said Basalt sceptically, ‘but it could just be coincidence, couldn’t it?’
‘I think Thadora is right,’ Randa disagreed, surprisingly agreeing with Thadora and earning a sharp look from Basalt, and a murmur of  ‘Of course. Never do to agree with a dwarf!’
‘Basalt, don’t be like that,’ whispered Kimi. ‘She’s a right to voice her own opinion.’
The dwarf stopped grumbling and sat scowling to himself instead.
Randa continued, ‘Look at it this way then. We were unsure as to how many of us there should be. This poem makes that quite clear. There should be eight of us. It makes it clear who should be here.’ Here she threw a glance at Carthinal and Basalt who had been reluctant to have her in the group at first. ‘Those wolves that Thadora and Fero were watching served to jog Thadora’s mind about the poem and to set her thinking. Yes, I agree that it refers to us, and someone has put those wolves where we would see them. Everything seems to be happening rather too conveniently for it all to be accidental.’
Asphodel had been thinking as well. ‘The first verse,’ she said slowly, frowning as she spoke, ‘refers to the Balance. Some clerics believe that in order for the world to work, there must be a balance between good and evil. Just as there is night and day, so we can sleep at night and wake in the daytime refreshed for our daily tasks. We, it seems must maintain the Balance and to do so, we must cross borders and travel far.’
‘And last verse say we must “Work as one and keep our vow,” and look out for each other. Much like wolf pack. But we have make no vows, do we?’ This came from Davrael. ‘Well, not all to whole group.’ He looked at Kimi as he spoke of vows, and smiled.
‘Well, that can be remedied,’ Carthinal spoke for the first time in the discussion. ‘We have a representative of the gods here.’ He gestured towards Asphodel. ‘I’m willing to swear to protect you and treat you as the brothers and sisters I never had.’
The others agreed, and they all stood in front of Asphodel.
Carthinal thought for a few seconds and then said, ‘I think I have the words. I will let you decide if they are appropriate before we swear.’
When they had heard his thoughts, the others concurred and he said, ‘I will be as the wolves, and learn from them how to live for the pack. I will put the good of the pack before my own good, and protect the other members to the best of my ability. I will follow my destiny wherever it may lead, and through whatever dangers may befall, serving the pack and the land in all things. This I swear, and may the gods hear my vow.’
The all agreed that the words were good, and then they all joined hands and repeated them.
Then Thadora said, impulsively, ‘We are Wolf.’ and the others repeated her words.
So was born Wolf, from a group of unlikely companions, sworn to each other and to the world.