In our family a footpath was a twitchel and those round bread-like things that look like edible rosebud grates, are pikelets.
(I'd not not have enjoyed making pikelets. All that hole-drilling!)
Our Grandad had a stock of favourite sayings, though I think he had coined them as I've never heard anyone else use them. They were usually in answer to grand-children's questions:
Shall we go for a walk, Grandad?
I can't – I've got a bone in me leg.
Where are we going?
There and back to see how far it is.
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While as the widow of a Nottinghamshire miner our Auntie Edie was not in penury, she did have to watch her spending a bit, so putting jam on the bread-and-butter was rather High Tea. Nevertheless, ask her what was for tea, and her favourite reply was positively sumptuous: "Jam an' Herrings!"
Calling on her one day, unannounced, I found her in the middle of house-work, still in a voluminous slip without a dress over it: "Oh, come in, and an' here's me in me disbuss!"
To these relations, knowing the neighbour's name was always assumed, for they'd invariably be "Mrs. Next-door", or similar.
For one not especially rich, one old description is "Hasn't two ha'pennies to rub together"
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The phrase "dead ringer" is normally meant as a match. It was even the title line in one of Meatloaf's best known songs: Dead Ringer For Love.
While fans of a certain "antidote to panel-games" on the wireless, will know its version of "gnat's cock" is gnat's crochet.