Years ago did you ever catch "chinkoff", or however it was spelled?

I've just said to my wife that unless she takes off her wet jumper (it's just been raining) she will get chinkoff.
Haven't heard or said that in decades, it suddenly popped out !
My mum used to say it to me when I was little. "Take off yer wet things or you'll get chinkoff", "Come inside or you'll get chinkoff."
What on earth was it ????? Was it a local Barnsley area thing, and have you heard of it?

 

King Cough It affects your memory so I’m told

 

It was always "you'll catch your death of cold" in our house.

 

My parents both said it... so it went as far as Donny.

Although with my 2020 sensibilities I can’t help hearing it as slightly racist

 

Thal get bloody double pneumonia if tha dunt come art er rain . Or tha ter daft to come in art er rain thee.

 

Agree DR. My old Mum used to say it re- " get that wet jumper off or you'll end up with Chin cough."
Apparently it was an alternative term to describe whooping cough. My sister once had that, remember
it was frightening.

Used to dread ever grazing or cutting myself. My Mum used to look at it and I knew, if she asked my Dad
to take a look, it meant one thing, the dreaded poultice. He would hold my damaged limb while she went
to make ready.

She would get a piece of lint and smear mustard on it. She would then drop a slice of bread in a baking tray
and pour boiling water on it, then press it onto the mustard and lint and then put that on a bandage.
On the count of three, she would then press the poultice onto the wound and tie off the bandage, as I rose a couple of feet out of the chair. I have never know agony like it, but fair play to them, I never had a cut go septic on me.

 

Put a sausage in it I’d av et it.

 

I remember has kids my dad use to always use the term “he/she is grinding ginger” meaning annoyed, not heard said in years, anyone else used it?

 

Both of my parents used it... usually about each other.

 

Not heard it for years,

 

I heard that’s what Trump wanted to call Coronavirus.

 

i remember the dreaded bread poultice on a boil or carbuncle they used to pick you up on the radar at fylingdales