Do any of you have some snobby relatives?
Do I, have snobby relatives?????
Let me tell you about my posh Auntie Peggy.
Visiting Peg, I had to start wiping my feet 50 feet from her front door, and she always said, "I won't insult you by asking you to take your shoes off, put these over your shoes instead." (Specially knitted over-shoe socks like what the police use at crime scenes.)
Then she would wipe everywhere I laid my hands with the cloth she always carried.
When she gave me a cup of tea, the tiny cup was always on a huge saucer to catch any spillages. (When Peg passed away, I used one of those saucers as a bird bath).
She always complained of having a very cold nose, so she had a gold coloured silk nose cover suspended from her glasses. People in the locality called her Peggy Gold Conk.
Even her little darling Jack Russell, Geraldine, had a gold chain and a specially upholstered basket to luxuriate in, and she used to look at me as though I was poo under her paw.
I could go on, but you would be reading the story this time next week.
