Meddling Lemons by Susan Price
I suppose I should have known that a blog I wrote back in August, about odd phrases and words , was going to attract comment from writers. I didn’t expect quite as many comments, though. Of course, this set me thinking about other old sayings… Legging a Lemon Author Ivar Leidus If we asked my mother what was doing, she always replied, “I’m legging a lemon.” Or, possibly, “I’m leg in a lemon.” I never knew which it was, or ever understood what it meant. I still don’t. Which, I suppose, was the point: she answered us but told us nothing. Did she mean that she had one leg poked through the rind of a lemon? However that would work… Or did she mean that she was ‘legging’ a lemon, as you would a canal boat? I was brought up in the Black Country, where the Industrial Revolution got under way, and the place is awash with canals, or ‘cuts’ as we call them. I was born in the town of Oldbury which, famously, you can’t enter or leave without crossing a cut. Can...