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[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 169: There was a lot of wonderful stuff prepared for ‘afters’.
at afters, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 148: Mrs. Dill would understand. She would never arse about yattering all over the place.
at arse about (v.) under arse, v.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 21: A friend sent in six bottles as a house warming. Black, of course.
at black, adj.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 100: ‘What do you do in the winter?’ ‘Anything with bunce.’.
at bunce, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 100: This sort’a weather they’re bursters.
at buster, n.1
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 183: ‘How long did he get?’ ‘Ten years, and the cat.’.
at cat, n.3
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 78: That’s right, cock, give us a bit of music.
at cock, n.2
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 109: I should think there’s a nice how-de-do going on on the nursery floor.
at how-do-you-do, n.1
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 219: The cat came in. Gladys put some fish on a saucer. ‘There you are, Ket. And don’t look at it old-fashioned.’.
at old-fashioned, adj.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 175: You know all that flapdoodle of everybody rushing round.
at flapdoodle, n.2
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 196: Old fusspot!
at fusspot, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 79: Get on, sauce box.
at go on!, excl.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 202: A madly silly woman who loathed Freda’s guts.
at hate someone’s guts (v.) under gut, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 252: They’re rather like you and me, two country hayseeds transplanted to London.
at hayseed, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 103: I bet there’s some high goings-on on five this morning.
at high, adj.2
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 33: That queen A.T. of yours must have been a holy terror.
at holy terror, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 106: Is Freda in a hoo-ha?
at hooha, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 111: We want a proper Sunny Jim for a baby.
at Sunny Jim, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 227: Peter was far too muzzy with drink.
at muzzy, adj.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 151: Bit parky.
at parky, adj.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 32: Piece of cake he had married Jenny before that happened.
at piece of cake (n.) under piece, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 250: Shockin’ fellow, that husband.
at shocking, adj.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 34: He hated [...] her bloody little dogs and those super bloody friends of hers.
at super, adv.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 107: Proper twit she’s in.
at twit, n.
[UK] N. Streatfeild Grass in Piccadilly 244: She would bring Freddie and Dougie, must have someone to yatter to.
at yatter, v.
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