For a certain type of dirt, my late wife had “grint” — possibly a portmanteau of grime and lint.
Anthony Doherty

I love the miscreant’s fear! That reminds me, I used to threaten to marmalise or spifflicate my kids if they didn’t do something by the time I counted to three. “What does that mean, Mum?” — and I’d say “You don’t want to find out”. The thing in question always got done and we were all still smiling. Thanks for reminding me!

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