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Ok. Little response to my previous inquiry.
Could you at least say what you'd expect to find in a northern (stereotype) house / granny house.

Ducks on wall
'Home Sweet Home' crosstitch
minging wall paper
Frilly things on dresser....
(pseudosocrates, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:42, archived)
A lucky blue coat?

(I helped save b3ta! The Teviot Moose major 5th., Wed 4 May 2005, 19:43, archived)
Coal in the bread bin

(I helped save b3ta! Benny Tied To A Tree As much use as Anne Frank's drumkit, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:43, archived)
When I were a lad we was glad to have the price of a cup o' tea.

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:45, archived)
Aye a cup of cold tea
without milk or sugar
(I helped save b3ta! Dill, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:46, archived)
Or tea.
In a cracked cup, an' all.
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:48, archived)
Oh, we never had a cup. We used to have to drink out of a rolled up newspaper.

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:51, archived)
The best we could manage was to suck on a piece of damp cloth.
But you know, we were happy in those days, though we were poor.
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:54, archived)
Aye. BECAUSE we were poor. My old Dad used to say to me, "Money doesn't buy you happiness."
Aye, 'e was right. I was happier then and I had nothin'. We used to live in this tiny old house with great big holes in the roof.
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:56, archived)
House! You were lucky to live in a house! We used to live in one room, all twenty-six of us, no furniture, 'alf the floor was missing, and we were all 'uddled together in one corner for fear of falling.

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:57, archived)
there where 103 of us living in shoebox int middle of t'road

(I helped save b3ta! Dill, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:00, archived)
You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank.
We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt.
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:01, archived)
Luxury.
We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, clean the lake, eat a handful of 'ot gravel, work twenty hour day at mill for tuppence a month, come home, and Dad would thrash us to sleep with a broken bottle, if we were lucky!
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:03, archived)
Well, of course, we had it tough. We used to 'ave to get up out of shoebox at twelve o'clock at night and lick road clean wit' tongue. We had two bits of cold gravel,
worked twenty-four hours a day at mill for sixpence every four years, and when we got home our Dad would slice us in two wit' bread knife.
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:07, archived)
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed,

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:08, archived)
drink a cup of sulphuric acid,

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:09, archived)
work twenty-nine hours a day down t'mill,

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:10, archived)
and pay mill owner for permission to come to work,

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:11, archived)
and when we got home, our Dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:12, archived)
you try telling the kids of today that

(I helped save b3ta! Dill, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:13, archived)
And you try and tell the young people of today that ..... they won't believe you.

(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:12, archived)
*insert python chevron here*

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(pseudosocrates, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:47, archived)
Something Christianity-related?
Some sort of sickeningly fluffy bible verse with a background of something mawkish?
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:43, archived)
I love the word
Mawkish
(I helped save b3ta! Benny Tied To A Tree As much use as Anne Frank's drumkit, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:44, archived)
I know,
it sort of describes itself, like some sort of pseudo-onomatopoeia.
(I helped save b3ta! ArthurTheRat, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:47, archived)
A dead budgie.

(I helped save b3ta! Comma, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:44, archived)
WW's mum

(I helped save b3ta! Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:44, archived)
This

(I helped save b3ta! Wicca'd Witch needs ideas for a new sig on..., Wed 4 May 2005, 19:45, archived)
"antique" dinner service
ie... it came from Esso in 1985, it's got to be worth something eventually
(I helped save b3ta! Gizmo.mp3 does not exist, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:44, archived)
antimacassars
EVERYWHERE.

Also, one of those plates with a poem about grannies on.

A grandmother clock as well.
(I helped save b3ta! Wicca'd Witch needs ideas for a new sig on..., Wed 4 May 2005, 19:45, archived)
antimacassars?
This is a new concept to me...please expand.
(pseudosocrates, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:46, archived)
those white lace/crochet things
on the back of sofas and armchairs.

They were put there so the Brylcreem on mens hair didn't stain the sofa...FACT.
(I helped save b3ta! Wicca'd Witch needs ideas for a new sig on..., Wed 4 May 2005, 19:47, archived)
brylcream
formerly known as macassa oil
(mitch, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:00, archived)
My Aunty Barbara from Scarborough

(I helped save b3ta! Amorous Badger NAKED BEA ARTHUR PHOTOS 4U, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:45, archived)
A stereogram

(I helped save b3ta! djrich - Live from Houghton Regis too rass, Wed 4 May 2005, 19:46, archived)
i love stereograms
linky?
(I helped save b3ta! ITS A CNUTING READING!, Wed 4 May 2005, 20:00, archived)