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My Mom (88) round for dinner tonight, chatting about this and that, as you do…

Subject of having kids out of wedlock came up in conversation and she said it was “living over the brush”, one I hadn’t heard before.

Look like the witch of wookie, whoever that is.

And dragged thru hedge backkerdz.

Do kids still call sweets "rocks"?

Dad used to say " I'll go to the foot of our stairs" to express astonishnent. Up the wooden hill was bedtime. Aunts & Uncles pronounced vegetables as Veg-et-ables.

Try to pull the wool over my nans eyes and she would retort with this little gem.
Hang about, I aint as green as I am cabbage looking.

When we were talking about the male patern baldness, that runs through our family.
Don't worry about it, our kid. The grass never grows on a busy street.

Look like the witch of wookie, whoever that is.

And dragged thru hedge backkerdz.

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Look like the witch of wookie, whoever that is.

And dragged thru hedge backkerdz.

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the irony as im in somerset.

My dad, on his birthday, always used to say, "not a bad age for a pig."

I say it now. ☺️

My gran and my aunties, when talking about somebody being shocked or surprised, would quite often say, "you could knock her eyes off with a stick."

I don't use that one as much, but it still makes me smile.

Gambol

My Gran - Stop looking like that or you’ll stick like it if the wind changes - harsh as I couldn’t help it!

If I don't see you through the week . . . . I'll see you through the window.

I'd rather keep you a week than a fortnight

Diego Cava

Gambol

Tig

Scarecrow tig


Also a long way round “round the Wreakin” was blanked in Yorkshire as was “it’s looking black over Bob’s way “ for incoming rain

Dave Langan

Dad used to say " I'll go to the foot of our stairs" to express astonishnent. Up the wooden hill was bedtime. Aunts & Uncles pronounced vegetables as Veg-et-ables.

My dad b*stardised this one by adding in a little Cockney rhyming slang. Hence: “I’ll go to the foot of our apples & pears”.

And I seem to remember him saying:
“As long as Livery Street”

A “skiff” and a “miskin”. Terms from his childhood that he had sketchy memory of (born in the Gun Quarter in 1928) but I think one was a gutter and the other a dustbin. Not sure which way round.

Speaking of dustbins - my Aussie wife has never understood this term. It’s really a lot more than a dust receptacle. However I do remember them to be made of galvanised steel and unlike today’s wheelie bins, they could probably handle hot ashes.

Apologies to any current Brum dwellers for the protracted details of waste disposal. I know it’s a sore point.