I found some north country euphemisms quite puzzling when I was first married. DH's mother would inform him that somebody from his village had died by saying, 'We buried old Frank last week'
I used to think, 'My God, I hope he was dead'
A bit like the old forces joke about informing a soldier on parade that a relative had died.
'Anyone with a mother step forward.... Private Jones, where do you think you're going?'
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a sort of cross between wee and piddle isn’t it?
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