@Whatthe1
Disclaimer, this is not a stealth brag.
20 years ago I was lucky enough to get a council house in an up and coming area, we're talking minimum house price of 250k for a two bed terrace, now, anyways I paid a minimal amount for the house and extended it to 6 bedrooms, two and a half baths, nice kitchen diner, underfloor heating everything I wanted, I DO have a mortgage, but it's small, so my 'friend' asks about my house and I said you know I was lucky, I've lived here a long time, I was lucky that I only needed a very small mortgage, she asks how much, I won't say, she asks how much I pay a month, I won't say because talking figures is for sales reps and vulgar people, fast forward three months, she's told quite a few people, school mums, that I'm mortgaged to the hilt, that my car is financed, it's not, and that I don't have any money because I'm keeping up with the Joneses with the house and car.
In a school yard full of mums that don't work and can spend two hours on their hair and makeup a day I turn up in whatever I've been to work in, including some days wellies, chainsaw overalls and saw dust, so clearly I don't fit the part of 'well to do woman of xxx'
If they filmed our school yard like they do the RHOC it'd do brilliantly with all the Chelsea tractor driving, botoxed, fillered and lipo'd Barbies.
I've lived in this area all my life, before the locals were priced out of the area and before the Barbour and tweed wearing, oh my god do you actually shoot, families moved in!
Op what I'm saying is, she's a weirdo, same as my 'friend' who I know keep at arms length. Don't worry about it, just smile and enjoy your mortgage-free-ness