to start a Middle Class Cozee Corner Right Here?

[Hullygully]

Such a good idea.

I had a nightmare in Sainos yesterday, they had run out of organic Braeburns and my dc don't like Royal Gala.

(trufax).

What if you are upper-middle-class?

My children never have a free moment to themselves because of all the extra activities and hobbies they have.

They are a bitter and resentful little trio.

you're fucked then verity

I have a tennis coach.

My rugs are worn. They are 4th generation though. No seagrass here. Perhaps some puy lentils.

Hully I can't actually believe you do your own shopping. What on earth is housekeeping doing? Crack the whip!

May I join? I'm only lower middle class, and cannot afford Waitrose (damed recession) but I have a special face I pull in Asda, Poundland, around anyone in leggings and a tight top, who pierces their daughters ears as a baby or doesn't use done correctly. My 3 DDs do a gazzilion after school clubs. I went to an Independant school. I weave a fair lentil.

Am I trying too hard?

Has anyone had their chakras realigned recently?

If anyone would like their chakras realigned I can do it for them remotely

Oh Mary Mary

it is terribly lower to be unaware of subtle gradations.

I, for example, am middle-upper.

I have leant my cello ohhhhh so casually against the shabby chic sofa and left the sheet music of Saint Saen's The Swan open while I speak to my DD's teacher about her progress.

She comes to me.

[I actually saw that happen]

The reason I no longer use our local Tesco is because they don't stock pesto. .
(I may say I also have ethical considerations, but that's the real reason)

I am actually knitting a stair carpet (using my trusty knitting machine and carefully recyled shredded fabric)

I can't join though because I married into the Upper Classes.

Even my rubbish Tesco has about 10 types of pesto. But I also have ethical issues with them. We make out own pesto and humous. Surely I can join now?

We wandering the streets of London at 2am my dear after dancing up a storm. I was nobly leading us towards no where in particular the travel dodgy. I have recently changed my handle, I used to be notpodd I was the taller blonder of the two pseudo South African Brits.

DH's dad is a helicopter pilot and they own two horses.

Did I marry into lower-upper?

If so, I think that makes my children middle-middle-lower-upper.

What school should I send them too? They have poncey names, I did plan ahead in that respect.

is it his own helicopter Verity or is he simply a bus driver with ideas?

My DDs definitely have MC names - I know this as half the other children at ballet, rainbows/brownies and gymnastics have the same names, and when we go National Trusting (home of the middle class parents on sunny days) I call my children and half the children in the area turn around. That never happens at a soft play place

I'm such a snob

Good point.

It's air/sea rescue if that makes any difference.

Resolutely middle then.

Same question re schools, though.

Mine go to the village primary, but will probably go to Independant uppers, although DD1 is aiming to go to the Royal Ballet College.

Eton and Cheltenham Ladies' if they're clever / Stowe and Heathfield if not to turn their own offspring into lower upper? God forbid you have to resort to grammar... though you could always steal the horses to infiltrate the Pony Club / local hunt?

I am not ashamed to admit that I have tennis raquets casulaly leaning up against the telephone cabinet (?) table (?) (what should one call it???) and cricket bats artfully posed near the (victorian) hatstand in our hallway. DD has been trained to call the conservatory 'The Playroom' and 'The Playroom' leads onto 'The Study' Am big big enormous snob, me.

DD has double barrel surname, please may one join??

And she goes to a Private School. And I did too?

Oh yes - surely using "one" is a suitable class determination criteria? And I also have a playroom and a study.

And lots of wooden toys. No plastic fantastic.

me me I'll join. All those bloomin socialists on that other thread. I went into Waitrose the other day and shock horror, they had run out of humus, and mungbeans

I have thought of another one - if one can play bridge and whist, surely one is automatically middle classed?