So, what do you call things?

I used to tip my spoonful of cod liver oil down the sink, but I didn't get away with that with the iron tonic. It's something they gave you after an illness - measles in my case. It was absolutely vile and used to turn the spoon black. I got caught once getting rid of it in the garden so mum stood over me after that. We are so lucky today that things are made quite pleasant to take. I can still taste that repulsive iron. I think you'd need to be a slightly older Gran to remember that stuff. Clinic orange was delicious. Yes we had malt too. Mum used to ruin meals by putting in the cooking. Something called Virol, too, I remember.

Do you remember the malt?? I quite liked that!

I agree with you Wot about clinic orange but the cod liver oil was gross. We called it dog oil when we were little.

Gdnguru joined us yesterday, Alea, .
Between our terraced cottages is a 'close'. OH calls the front room 'the wee room'. It's actually the spare bedroom where I go to about 3am on many mornings due to his awful snoring!

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Morning gdnguru
Welcome to the world of retirement and Gransnet too.
Trust you've switched off your alarm and enjoyed your first drink of the day in bed listening to others setting off?
Now. . . . .what are you going to do with all this freedom?
Lots of clubs to join to meet up with folks and exercise your mind and body I hope?

Correction, weekdays my father would have dinner in the evening and we would have (high) tea . Funnily enough, I have never been able to drink tea as even the smell makes me feel yuk. Us kids drunk milk. Or orange from the clinic. That clinic Orange was gorgeous. Dad used to bring us kids a hot cup of it every morning and when the Orange ran out it was sugared water. No wonder we are now missing teeth. But they did their best!

Dinner! At the weekend though, we would have dinner at midday and tea at five ish. Just before the children's bedtime we had Cadbury,s drinking choc. My mum called us children's bedroom the nursery right up until I was sixteen. Quite comforting really. Are circumstances certainly weren't posh and we lived in a little terraced house (which I wish I could buy back as I love the past)

wot hope you don't mind me asking
But I noticed on another thread that you said you had school dinners, so what did you call your meal in the evening?

I have a utility room which my husband insists on calling 'the scullery'! It is one of those words that I really loathe ? I think he only does it to annoy because he knows it teases.

I seem to remember my father calling the passage way between tenements 'The close'

We have a loft do some of you have an attic?

When our DC were playing outside we would call out 'Teatime'
As they had school dinners at mid-day.

We have a front room and sofas, loos/toilets, serviettes or napkins but usually a piece of kitchen roll. If I come over all 'Mrs Bucket' I repair to the day room for a mid-mornng coffee

My nana, who was not posh, had a front parlour and a"back kitchen" and an outside toilet. She had breakfast 7:30, Lunch:12:30, tea 4:00 and supper 8:30!

I've got a front room and a 'lavvy', but I use a toast rack so I'm posher than all o' youse!

Ooh thanks Gaga, will look out for it .

Tesco sell haslet Kittye. It's in the cooked meats section.

Called ginnel or snicket where I live can still get haslet as well ana

Well, 'ginnel' is in the dictionary as being a narrow passage between buildings; an alley. Not 'gunnel', though.

I think you can still get haslet. We never had it at home, but DH remembers it well.

In Lancashire where I grew up we had "entries" never heard it called a "ginnel" ( only on "Corrie" and "Savoury Ducks" not faggots. Does anyone remember a jellied meat called Haslet? Never see it now.

Pathway at side of house was side return but now extension sits over it. Apart from lounge and dining room I also have a music room, don't think there is an alternative name for that.

Lounge
Sofas
Loos
( DH calls the loo near the back door the downstairs loo ...... We live in a bungalow!)
Napkins, and always use them. Maybe we are messier than most.
Breakfast lunch and dinner.
Conservatory ( what else can you call it?Only Blenheim Palace and similar have an orangery.)
In Lancashire it's a ginnel, in Yorkshire a snicket.

my mum used to call neck of lamb (which she made into a very tasty, if fatty, casserole) nuts and bolts!

I was brought up in the Welsh valleys. When I was 10 we moved to Hertfordshire. I well remember my Mum going into a butcher's shop and asking for faggots.
" Madam " said the butcher " we have savoury ducks" My Mum was mortified. Now of course most people call them faggots . Times change

It's interesting to hear peoples' different names for the same thing.
I have a couch and an armchair in my living room. I have breakfast, lunch and dinner although not always all of them every day. If I remember to get them out of the drawer I use paper napkins otherwise kitchen roll except on high days and holidays when I may just dig out the old linen napkins.
What else? Oh yes I go to the loo but DH may call out to ask if I'm in the toilet which sets my teeth on edge .

Lanes between buildings are known as vennels.

Kittylester It was always an "entry" to get to the back door of the terraced houses when I lived in Leicester. We used to play hide and seek up and down the entry's.

Front room, back room (both are for sitting in, one has a TV the other doesn't)
We don't have a separate dining room, it's one end of the front room
Settee
Serviettes (paper) when we have company
Breakfast
lunch
dinner (the main meal of the day - my Dad often had his in the middle of the day or even at 6.30am depending on what shift he was working that week.) Could be anything from 6-9pm.
Toilet or loo with toilet/loo rolls
Tea about 4pm when we go out for the day and stop off somewhere for a hot drink and a bun/cake.
Lounge sounds posh. The lavatory (or "lav") was at the bottom of the garden when I was a child. Sitting room was my aunt's place where you couldn't drop a crumb without it instantly being swept up. Interesting how different backgrounds affect our current thinking.