L is for . . . Labrador: The winner of the ‘Best in Middle Class’ category at every year’s Crufts.
M is for . . . My: The ultimate accolade the Middle Class can bestow on a tradesman, as in ‘my plumber’ or ‘my electrician’.
N is for . . . Nettle Soup: If your Middle Class credentials are ever questioned, a hearty panful of this soon silences doubters. Making it ticks so many Middle Class boxes: it is weeding with a purpose, organic, and it involves foraging.
O is for . . .Overdrafts: It’s what sets us apart from Americans, who love to talk about how much money they have. We like to talk about how much money we haven’t.
P is for . . . Parmesan: For years the Middle Class assumed it was some kind of exotic dust, a flamboyant sprinkle of which over a spag bol bestowed the finishing touch. Then someone went to Italy and discovered it was cheese. It was instantly rebranded Parmigiano, quadrupled in price and we had to grate it ourselves.
Q is for . . . Queuing (and Tutting): The Middle Class are good at both, but you can’t have a queue without a tut. You can, however, have a tut without a queue.
R is for . . . Rosé: The Middle Class love a compromise, and as compromises go, Rosé is a cracker. It would have caught on sooner had it not come in dodgy-shaped bottles.
S is for . . . ‘Sorry’: Elton John seems to think ‘Sorry’ is the hardest word. He’s clearly never played doubles or bumped trollies in Waitrose.
T is for . . . Tree Houses: These used to be knocked up in an afternoon by Dad with some old planks and about four cans of beer. These days they involve architects and need planning permission.
U is for . . . Underfloor Heating: It’s been around since 500 BC, but the Middle Class prefer to think it was invented about ten years ago.
V is for . . . Vacherin: The world’s whiffiest cheese comes in a round wooden box and is the ultimate Middle Class house present. Do not confuse it with La Vache Qui Rit, which is also a cheese that comes in a round box.
Wisteria: A must-have in the Middle Class garden
W is for . . . Wisteria: Having this on the front of your house is the best way of informing passing burglars that it is a Middle Class home and is probably stuffed with silver.
X is for . . . XXX (kisses): The Middle Class now greet one another with kisses. The Continentals make it look easy, but we never know which cheek to go for. Some use this as an excuse to go straight for the lips.
Y is for . . . ‘You must know . . .’: When Middle Class folk meet someone there is a moment of unease until we have discovered who we know in common.
Z is for . . . Zoopla: The Middle Class pour over this property website.
Hi Frigid Forkers--in fine form, I see. Some of you seem to be 12. What's next--poop and fart jokes?
Stuck in the fog here at the moment, but sun is forecast, so we can hope. The garden gate is still not fixed, but seeds are sorted and propogators filled with starting mix. Won't be planting til next month, but doing some germination tests on some old seeds.
I start them off on top of the fridge.
Igloo building is an art--it's done in a spiral, and the inward slope is very important. Of course, our neigbours to the south think most of us live in igloos--but not so--there are several hotels made of ice!
Geoff I thought your A - Z was fun. But vacherin is a dessert with meringue, not cheese. Don't you mean camaembert? I find kissing rather confusing in England. When we moved here in 85 the English didn't kiss, but the French kissed people they know well and the men only family members or good friends. Now the English are always kissing whether they know each other or not. The French would think it a bit strange to kiss people they've only just been introduced to.
Still have snow here.
Another stir fry tonight as I have just found pak choi and an orange pepper in the fridge. Chicken, rice. OH likes rice.
Dordogne and Norfolk. Clay in Dordogne, sandy in Norfolk.
Inkadog, who are you calling frigid! Is that PC? Oh I forgot we don't do PC....
Evening all, just emerged from computer doing some marking online, I have just been converted to it rather than doing it on paper. At least the cat can't walk all over the assignments now with wet paws. He likes to help me.
Just having some hummus and oat cakes while I am waiting for the main course of salmon. OH making, so not sure how long it will take.
I have abandoned all thoughts of defrosting freezer tomorrrow. Huge full tub of icecream, plus daughters' 'special' one, new! I shall have a root around in there though & start the chuck out/must use it senario. May 'blitz' the kitchen instead, long overdue, but depends on motivation & energy.
Bjay, thx again. That way one of us will remember. Have decided to suss out the dahlia tubers actually in a Parkers GC next week. Still time then to do an order e/w if not up to what I want. Since no real detour to go there after the hospital, why not?
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PART 2
L is for . . .
Labrador: The winner of the ‘Best in Middle Class’ category at every year’s Crufts.
M is for . . .
My: The ultimate accolade the Middle Class can bestow on a tradesman, as in ‘my plumber’ or ‘my electrician’.
N is for . . .
Nettle Soup: If your Middle Class credentials are ever questioned, a hearty panful of this soon silences doubters. Making it ticks so many Middle Class boxes: it is weeding with a purpose, organic, and it involves foraging.
O is for . . .Overdrafts: It’s what sets us apart from Americans, who love to talk about how much money they have. We like to talk about how much money we haven’t.
P is for . . .
Parmesan: For years the Middle Class assumed it was some kind of exotic dust, a flamboyant sprinkle of which over a spag bol bestowed the finishing touch. Then someone went to Italy and discovered it was cheese. It was instantly rebranded Parmigiano, quadrupled in price and we had to grate it ourselves.
Q is for . . .
Queuing (and Tutting): The Middle Class are good at both, but you can’t have a queue without a tut. You can, however, have a tut without a queue.
R is for . . .
Rosé: The Middle Class love a compromise, and as compromises go, Rosé is a cracker. It would have caught on sooner had it not come in dodgy-shaped bottles.
S is for . . .
‘Sorry’: Elton John seems to think ‘Sorry’ is the hardest word. He’s clearly never played doubles or bumped trollies in Waitrose.
T is for . . .
Tree Houses: These used to be knocked up in an afternoon by Dad with some old planks and about four cans of beer. These days they involve architects and need planning permission.
U is for . . .
Underfloor Heating: It’s been around since 500 BC, but the Middle Class prefer to think it was invented about ten years ago.
V is for . . .
Vacherin: The world’s whiffiest cheese comes in a round wooden box and is the ultimate Middle Class house present. Do not confuse it with La Vache Qui Rit, which is also a cheese that comes in a round box.
Wisteria: A must-have in the Middle Class garden
W is for . . .
Wisteria: Having this on the front of your house is the best way of informing passing burglars that it is a Middle Class home and is probably stuffed with silver.
X is for . . .
XXX (kisses): The Middle Class now greet one another with kisses. The Continentals make it look easy, but we never know which cheek to go for. Some use this as an excuse to go straight for the lips.
Y is for . . .
‘You must know . . .’: When Middle Class folk meet someone there is a moment of unease until we have discovered who we know in common.
Z is for . . .
Zoopla: The Middle Class pour over this property website.
Daughter just phoned at moment her flight is delayed by 45 mins, but doesn't show it on internet
Jo-following your christmas reminder hint I have put a sticky label on June for the seeds
Hi Frigid Forkers--in fine form, I see. Some of you seem to be 12. What's next--poop and fart jokes?
Stuck in the fog here at the moment, but sun is forecast, so we can hope. The garden gate is still not fixed, but seeds are sorted and propogators filled with starting mix. Won't be planting til next month, but doing some germination tests on some old seeds.
I start them off on top of the fridge.
Igloo building is an art--it's done in a spiral, and the inward slope is very important. Of course, our neigbours to the south think most of us live in igloos--but not so--there are several hotels made of ice!
Geoff I thought your A - Z was fun.
But vacherin is a dessert with meringue, not cheese. Don't you mean camaembert? I find kissing rather confusing in England. When we moved here in 85 the English didn't kiss, but the French kissed people they know well and the men only family members or good friends. Now the English are always kissing whether they know each other or not. The French would think it a bit strange to kiss people they've only just been introduced to.
Still have snow here.
Another stir fry tonight as I have just found pak choi and an orange pepper in the fridge. Chicken, rice. OH likes rice.
Evening all, just emerged from computer doing some marking online, I have just been converted to it rather than doing it on paper. At least the cat can't walk all over the assignments now with wet paws. He likes to help me.
Just having some hummus and oat cakes while I am waiting for the main course of salmon. OH making, so not sure how long it will take.
I have abandoned all thoughts of defrosting freezer tomorrrow. Huge full tub of icecream, plus daughters' 'special' one, new! I shall have a root around in there though & start the chuck out/must use it senario. May 'blitz' the kitchen instead, long overdue, but depends on motivation & energy.
Bjay, thx again. That way one of us will remember. Have decided to suss out the dahlia tubers actually in a Parkers GC next week. Still time then to do an order e/w if not up to what I want. Since no real detour to go there after the hospital, why not?
Now do I want to do some ironing? J.
That must make things easier Glyn?
Just shown Jess her hat. She laughed at first. But then she actually flopped it on her head.
Promised to get her a new one tomorrow. 
Daughters flight now not due to arrive until 23.40. They may be taking off at time were supposed to arrive
May be a long night
That is a bugger Bjay-how far away is the airport from you?
Crisis averted then Becks-she might do all the washing in future to keep all her clothes one size
Liz have a wah wah kiss from me
I think I might change my name to 12yearoldpoopfarter