You’ve surely spent moments and even nights of your life in mind-churning worry, as described here by a women who knew what she was talking about as she managed her own butter churns and other dairy paraphernalia.

‘… and worret myself as if I was a churn wi’ butter a’coming in ‘t.’

Source: George Eliot, Adam Bede (Harmondsworth: Penguin, 1985 (1859)), p. 392

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