She bakes such stunning murphies, we'll have a penn'orth
each for tea.
What college," pursues Bagnet, "could you set up in life--with two penn'orth
of white lime--a penn'orth
of fuller's earth--a ha'porth of sand--and the rest of the change out of sixpence in money?
I put that enlightened object before him, and now he can turn his honest halfpenny by the three penn'orth
My mother gets a good penn'orth
wi' picking feathers an' things; an' if she eats nothin' but bread-an'-water, it runs to fat.
Of the latter commodity he had always a grim little heap, on which lay a little wooden measure which had no discernible inside, and was considered to represent the penn'orth
appointed by Magna Charta.
Already acclaimed for his Hamlet, let me chuck in my two penn'orth
That episode aside, and as was more usual, we eventually became exhausted by our Saturday morning games in the gwli and on the waste ground, and prompted by the calls of mothers from various back gardens, we would drift back home for our dinner - perhaps six penn'orth
of chips from the chip shop on Aberfan Road served up with slices of tinned ham, all of it swimming in vinegar.
amp;nbsp; A penn'orth
of cheese to choke him,
They feel it's their prerogative and right, to write detrimental things about schools and members of staff and by doing so they get the sheep that follow and add their two penn'orth
in even though they haven't a clue to what has gone on and much prefer to join in the slating whether it is true or not, they just make it up as they go along, and only believe what they want to, they don't care about the truth gossip and hearsay is far more exciting, it's very sad that their lives must be so boring, dull and unfulfilling that they get some sort of kick from doing this sort of thing, I do pity them.
Can I throw in my two penn'orth
by suggesting that we consider this majority (51%/49%) in a slightly different light?
I'll be helping Al in the kitchen, putting in my two penn'orth
- I always think I know what I'm talking about but actually I don't, so she'll tell me I'm wrong.
Lads like young Bill Hawthorne would be sent by his mother to greengrocers Stones on West Street or Oxleys for six penn'orth
of potstuff - potatoes, half a turnip, half a cabbage, carrots, onions and bones from Peacocks the butchers.