A Muddle Over Spuddle

The word is “spuddle,” is a word unfamiliar to me. Perhaps it’s an anomaly, or an anagram of “puddles.“

Upon further examination, my findings are unsubstantiated, as the only reference I could find is to an obsolete, Southern England expression meaning “to make a lot of fuss about trivial things as if they are important.”

Well, I’m not going to make a fuss about an unimportant word like “spuddle.” Instead, I will throw caution to the wind and will be postponing by a day responding to any word prompts until tomorrow.

Because “spuddle” has turned my brain into muddle.


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (spuddle), Your Daily Word Prompt (anomaly), The Daily Spur (examination), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (unsubstantiated), My Vivid Blog (wind), and Word of the Day (postponing).

9 thoughts on “A Muddle Over Spuddle

    • Fandango October 24, 2021 / 9:54 pm

      Thanks, Sadje. I honestly didn’t know what to do with “spuddle,” so I thought I’d base my post on that.

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  1. donmatthewspoetry October 25, 2021 / 12:33 am

    Thanks to Susie Dent
    Who tweeted ‘spuddle’ def
    A ‘muddle headed wombat’
    (Plays flute in tenor clef)

    Thankyou Susie. Most indebted……

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  2. Nope, Not Pam October 25, 2021 / 2:34 am

    Never heard of spuddle 😳

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  3. Marleen October 27, 2021 / 6:51 am

    Well… my mother and I have spuddles, apparently. There are gigantic issues (such as her stubbornly tossing money to scammers and not doing the exercises her surgeon assigned), but she doesn’t think about those in any meaningful way. She went on and on, a few days ago, about where, at my prior residence, I have a christening dress that she sent back with one of my sons who came to visit/help her some years back. This gown is suddenly meaningful to her after she supposedly converted to Catholicism at age seventy-eight as she, meanwhile, has no memory at all of my having a crucifix on my bedroom wall the entire time I was growing up. I told her the frilly silk piece hasn’t been thrown away but that I don’t know if it was put in the attic or the basement. She didn’t believe me and kept harassing me. So, I decided to bring up the portrait of my dad’s mom, which has disappeared after my dad’s death. Then, my mother said derisively, “Let’s focus on important things.” Seriously the next conversation we had, like five minutes later (although in a different room such that maybe the world had changed), involved my mom saying to me that her photographs (of family) are important to her — so she was suspicious of me looking at the ones she had on a board!

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  4. leigha66 November 13, 2021 / 5:01 pm

    That is a new word for me too. Nice way of still using it though!

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