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that's a tongue twister I remember from my speech therapy sessions when I was 5. :o)

That's true Feverfew :)

Great tongue-twister and true! Make you glad that we have moved on and we don't have to survive the cold like our Grand-parents (and prior), in poorly heated, draughty housing and having to work on the land whatever the weather! Good and bad in the modern times, heating - one of the good ones.

Very true

Oh now that is one I have never heard before, got me practising that now Feverfew, I think hubby will think I'm having a mad moment , lol....

I'm one of the grandparents Honeysuckle. I have survived it! We used to get the skin on our legs all mottled sitting as close to the fire as we could, whilst our backs froze. The frost feather patterns were pretty on the windows in the morning,but getting dressed was not very nice.

Love that so true !

That clever!

Ah I remember those mottledlegs. In winter I used to pull my vest and liberty bodice (remember those?) under the bedclothes to warm them up before I put them on...

I haven't heard that one before either ,Feverfew..and I also remember the mottled legs,but we called then Corned Beef legs ! Lol...oh yes,the 'Chilprufe' vest and rubber buttoned Liberty bodice..so glad those days are long gone..:o(

I haven't heard that one and I just bit my tongue.

Yes, I remember Liberty bodices, trying to button rubber buttons in the freezing cold! We also tucked the next days clothes under the eiderdown to keep warm for the morning.
Freezing glass on the inside, no running hot water, kettles of water to wash in an old fashioned china bowl, All the joys of country living in the past. My Father had a small-holding and people would turn up for 6d (remember those) worth of Sprouts after dark in the winter, which involved donning freezing wellies, finding a torch and picking frozen sprouts while the customer waited inside in front of the fire!

Ouch! Reminds me of being allowed to pick my own turnips for Halloween in a hard frost. I remember those frozen fingers still...

I also remember those mottled legs! And the chilblains as well! We never had hot water either at home - at least not till 1966 when we moved out of London to a house that seemed palatial after our pokey little home in London! We didn't have the "luxury" of a china bowl we had to put up with plastic bowls!

Fortunately being a boy I didn't have to wear the things you girls, & my sisters, had to wear! But the frost on the windowpanes were something we were used to seeing every winter!