Why does this happen?

My middle-aged sons are still 'the boys'. Can't think of what else to call them.

|When you are a mum they will always be boys to you.

I really dislike it when little girls are called 'Princess'...........as in "How's my little princess then?".

Oh, YES Butty! And it's even worse when they're older...

That's interesting anno

At St Andrews student landladies were known as 'bunkwives'. The accommodation was a 'bunk'

Deviating slightly from the OP, a couple of years ago we had a short holiday in Western Scotland and had some Cullen Skink in a pub.
When we got home I was raving about this delicious soup made with potatoes and smoked haddock, to a Danish friend who told me that 'skink' means a similar thing in Danish.

There's a lot of Viking influence in Scottish dialects. Cullen skink is one of my favourites - had a lovely bowl of it in Tobermory last time I was there.

Man is used quite a lot in NE even GC use it in exasperation ' aw man, now look what you've done' Somebody being rough would be told 'ow man, gan canny' Somebody stepping out of line may be told 'watch it bonny lad'. Bonny lass was used too. It was common in my childhood to be called hinny or more likely 'what fettle hinny ?'

harrigran Someone addressed me as bonny lass shortly after I moved to the North-east and while I am only too well aware of its inaccuracy, I still find it utterly charming.

Now the expression "the little woman" has completely different connotations and I can't help thinking that any man who refers to his wife in that way deserves a good slap.

Couldn't agree more, absent

Mine could never refer to me as 'the little woman' as I'm about 2" (at least) taller than him. He wouldn't dare anyway - even if I was 10" shorter !

You minx, Twinkle Toes

soop !!

A bit of a diversion...Mr soop's GP has just phoned to say that the throat swab [he has tonsilitis] also shows growth of chlamydia. Poor love, he's been having a rough time recently. I noticed slight grazes on both his elbows which are due to kneeling during the night [to ease breathing] and resting his elbows on the chair...
"Wet snow" falling but not settling.
Rory on a wee walkabout. We're taking it in turns to shout for him to come home. Paper towel ready for his rub-down. He's bound to be soaked.
Diversion over!

We are snowed in not moved all day love to MrS