I was talking to my mother earlier. She went to the horse races at Leopardstown yesterday and was telling me about her day. At one point she was talking about the cold weather and, having attemptd to describe the wind, she corrected herself by saying: 'if that's not a moxy-oron'.
I think moxy-oron is my new favourite word.
Perhaps when I call her again next month she'll have another new word for me!
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