I had a slightly posh-speaking English father who occasionally and inexplicably would begin speaking cockney, step fathers from Ireland and Scotland and a Lancashire mum, so it's no wonder that I was exposed to a wide range of colloquialisms.
*Children would get belted for being marde and skriking.
*Manchester weather was dreich.
*I had to get up the wooden hill quickly or I'd get a doll and a drum and a kick up the bum!!
*Me brother was a barmpot who constantly mithered me mam.
*Grandad said 'Ow do, y'aw reet?' when we met him.
I could go on, but you get the drift. 
Oh, by the way, in our house peely wally meant being poorly. 