AIBU to ask for your real life Hyacinth Bucket quotes

[JustAGirlScotland]

Went to a Christmas fair with my mum at the weekend.

She spotted some Norwegian style Christmas napkins that she liked. Passed them to me and asked, "Are these 3 ply? I will not buy napkins that are less than 3 ply".

It really made me laugh and I wondered if others have Hyacinth style quotes from friends/family?

At the risk of sounding just as snobby myself, she’s wrong. Terms like “pardon?” fall into the category of False Daintiness, which people can falsely perceive as being upper class. This is especially true for anything French-sounding (like “pardon”) as it’s considered showing off, whereas someone with real upper class credentials would know to use the proper English expression.

That’s why it’s considered “posh” to say napkin rather than serviette, pudding instead of dessert etc.

Omg! I’ve never actually seriously laughed at a MN post until now!!

I was an accidental Hyacinth.
I only found out last week the gym clothing brand Lululemon is not prounced Lulu Le Mon but Lulu lemon 🍋.
I thought it was French.

Why does this sound amazing? I want crystal jars for my jam!

Yes, but he'd not really had friends who lived in them so I don't think he was expecting it.

He sounds like a right twat, I know. This is why private-school bubbles should be discouraged...!

Got “accosted” by a very drunk and aggressive beggar as we got out of a taxi in a posh area of London… I waved him away with my hand, saying “My husband will attend to you” 😱 it was about 15 years ago, and I’m still baffled that I actually said that!! Not to mention the cringing!
My husband never let me forget it, and referred to me as Princess Margaret for some years after!!

My wife loudly across a shop to me - "Do you think we should buy an everyday red wine carafe?"

To be fair there are some expensive bits though 'they do tend to have footballers and their women living there so not so desirable' as someone once described it.

My MIL is very posh too (she wouldn't know what a gig was!) If we said we were going to a concert, she would always ask "Classical?" Errr, no....

@StarlightLime calm down I never said it was? It's just unusual for a 7 year old to like olives that's all

Explanations like this just go to show what utter bollocks using 'upper class' words and mannerisms are.

It's all a bullshit code designed by the aristocracy to make sure they keep the wealth they have garnered (by fair means or foul) within their own sets and not allow anyone in who doesn't come from money.

Hate it

I grew up in the village where the house used for Hyacinth is located. My parents still lived there when it was filmed.

Really they didn't need Patricia Routledge playing hyacinth, or scriptwriters, they could have just gone round the corner and done a fly on the wall with Mum and her friends as the stars!!

My very posh sister in law who was very 'Cheshire set' once came down to stay with me in a very leafy party of north London. She asked how we were getting to the place we were going to. I replied that we were going to get the bus. She looked horrified and said 'oh the bus! I'll turn my rings around then'.

DH's Grandma was telling me she was going to a nearby posh town to look at outfits for his brothers wedding on a boutique called 'Rheumage' with heavy emphasis on the second syllable.
It was a second hand mother of the bride store called 'Rummage' 😆 she did get a lovely outfit though bless her.

I apparently as child offended a school friend's mum because when served dinner I asked what it was and when she said spaghetti bolognese I replied 'oh no I'm very sorry but you've made a mistake that is not spaghetti bolognese', it was from a tin which I'd never encountered before and I genuinely didn't recognise what it was supposed to be.

DD when she was around 3 I read her the Glasgow Gruffalo, patted me sympathetically on the arm and said 'i'm afraid I don't understand that kind of Scottish mummy, but thank you for trying it was nice anyway'.

My DH never tells people we live in the town we technically live in. He always says the suburb name (which used to be a village now overtaken by the town) when he's trying to be impressive. It makes me smile.

Two from me - one of which I'm now guilty of myself!

Years ago overheard a lady at the hairdresser responding to a "what are you doing this week" question and being surprised by the answer of "Well, the season's changing now, so it's time to put up my winter curtains". I remember going home thinking "who on earth has different curtains for winter and summer?"

Well, thanks to the increase in heating prices, I now own winter and summer curtains! Summer ones that are long because they look nicer, and winter ones that are thicker and shorter to not cover the radiators!

Oops - second one - A proper Hyacinth though was the lady I saw joining a cruise ship I was on. She had beautifully coiffured hair, was perfectly made up and was wearing white cropped trousers, a blue and white horizontally striped t-shirt and a little white hat at a slightly jaunty angle.

No, I don't think private school accounts for that 🤷🏻‍♀️
Did the two front doors not give it away? If it was a particularly expensive private school he should have asked for a rebate.

You can't load much onto a cake fork - but it makes the pleasure last longer.

There's quite a posh pretentious part of Glasgow like that. The number of 4X4s parked outside Aldi is amazing as they wander around with their Waitrose bags (Waitrose being further up the hill) 😄

My husband's great aunt Agatha had summer and winter curtains. He used to help her put them up.

Many years ago I had a customer who'd answer her phone with the village name and only 3 numbers. For example ''Longlands 238" - I presume harking back to a time when far fewer homes had a phone and maybe they were a status symbol.

One of her habits that makes me laugh the most is correcting me when, if I've not heard someone, I say "What?". You should always say "Pardon?", apparently. Even "Sorry?" isn't posh enough for her.

According to Jilly Cooper in her book 'Class', the top of the upper crust all say what. Pardon/sorry are apparently very lower middle aspirational and they wouldn't be heard dead saying them.

I'm the same! I bought some from a car boot sale and DP insisted we would NEVER be able to use them. So every time there's so much as a crumb of cake in the house I go running for them with glee.

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MY personal moment was when next door asked me to jet wash the moss off my drive (that grows in between the blocks of our block paving, like lots of drives) because they were having family round and wanted them to think they live in a nice area.

We absolutely do not. And I didn't, but told her she was very welcome to do it if she liked.

my H has worked for local railway company for many years , a long time ago I went to london to visit my Nan and on the way home had to change trains at one of the stations he managed, I wasn't sure what platform I was to go to so I approached a couple of members of staff on the concourse to ask which platform I needed, they very nicely told me where to go at which I thanked them and then said the words " do you know who I am" and went on to say I was their bosses wife ( did not say boss, said my husbands name).
The next day my H came home from work so embarrassed as they were all taking the mickey out of him how I introduced myself, I could cringe now thinking about it lol