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when I lived in Vancouver 45 years ago I left a note to the milk delivery man to (knock me up in the morning) This caused great hilarity with all my neighbours as seemingly that meant make me pregnant. I had to leave a note of apology the next day.

My husband was in England about 30 years ago on business and the young woman at the front desk of the hotel offered to knock him up. He was certainly taken aback, being a man and all...

My great-grandmother was a 'knocker-up' ... It was her job to go round the local streets with a pole and bang on the bedroom windows to wake folk up in time to get to the early shift at t'mill!!!!

Izzy - lol! Moi?

Fantastic photo though. It would have been about that time too, early years of century, and in Stockport!

http://www.stockport.gov.uk/services/le ... =1#picInfo

Street where the 'knocking up' took place, and where members of my family were in residence for over 100 years, until my uncle died in 2008

For our US friends, this is a typical northern street, but slightly (only slightly!) more posh as the doors didn't open directly onto the street - there was a strip of 'garden' called an 'area' which housed the round 'coal hole' for tipping coal into the cellar.

Note the cobbled setts. Still there today after all this time too, which is unusual.

My house in Sheffield still has its coal hole and the bin in the cellar to catch it in.

http://www.stockport.gov.uk/services/leisureculture/libraries/libraryonline/stockportimagearchive/sia//?accessionno=38508&picResultsNo=1#picInfo

Street where the 'knocking up' took place, and where members of my family were in residence for over 100 years, until my uncle died in 2008

For our US friends, this is a typical northern street, but slightly (only slightly!) more posh as the doors didn't open directly onto the street - there was a strip of 'garden' called an 'area' which housed the round 'coal hole' for tipping coal into the cellar.

Note the cobbled setts. Still there today after all this time too, which is unusual.

Thanks, Silverdarling.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/manchesterarchiveplus/5234051039/



There you go Silverdarling. In case anyone thought you'd been at the cooking sherry again

Hehe! Granny Cousins doesnt look like she spent any time worrying about the finer points of fasting does she!

lol. She probably only weighed about 5 stone. She was hiding her six wee bairns under her pinny

... And she was probably under 5' tall as well!

I love "what's that got to do with the price of cheese?" which means "Why is that relevant?"

6 of one - half a dozen of the other is a favourite saying of my husbands.

In India (well, it's a huge country. I mean in Bengal) they say "you're looking healthy" as an euphemism for "you've put on weight!".

I reckon this harks back to a time when a gain in weight was genuinely seen as a good thing - it meant you were prosperous and had plenty to eat.

I love "what's that got to do with the price of cheese?" which means "Why is that relevant?"

That's funny here we say almost the same except usually it is the price of beans. Sometimes I have heard the price of tea in China or the price of beans in Texas. But, they all mean the same thing.

I love "what's that got to do with the price of cheese?" which means "Why is that relevant?"

That's funny here we say almost the same except usually it is the price of beans. Sometimes I have heard the price of tea in China or the price of beans in Texas. But, they all mean the same thing.

My Lancashire mate likes to uses fish instead, ie "what's that got to do with the price of fish". Always used to crack me up as he would usually say it in the middle of a very important meeting and all of the French and Spanish would look totally confused

We say, "look at state o' that and the price of cabbage". means look at that mess, don't know what the price of cabbage has to do with it though .

Chris x

We have had to drop all the little sayings, such as 'whats that got to do with the price of fish' as we have one autistic lad and an aspergers lad in the family. The aspergers could get his head around such sayings, but the autistic lad takes EVERYTHING at its spoken value. So when younger and it was his turn to wash the pots, someone told him to 'get in the sink'. I caught him trying to climb into the sink, as puzzled as we were why he should do that instead of washing the pots.

What Julieathome said goes for us too, we have the same issues in our family also and have to watch what we say. One conversation OH had with youngest Grandson (autistic) still makes us laugh.
Grandson - what's your name grandad
OH - grandad
Grandson - no whats your name grandad
OH - grandad
Well this went on for a few minutes until in frustration OH answers "Arry Arsehole".

It stuck with him for about 6 months. Serves him right springs to mind.

Chris x