what a curious take on this - reminded me of an elderly lady neighbour when dc were babies, coming home with shopping including a bottle of wine shock horror,
remarked upon, as though it was anyone else’s business, asked were my parents drinkers?!
I said no, apart from a sherry at Christmas, but my grandparents when entertaining family, friends, occasions, mammoth Sunday lunch, had wine, she declared rather huffily,
“well they must have made their own as they couldn’t afford to have wine with every meal”
we said, ok..
I never said every mealtime!
My wealthy paternal grandparents had an account at the wine merchants, comfortably off with a large family, always some celebration or other! enjoyed wine, but the vehemence of this neighbours disapproving response has stayed with me (obviously)
I was however careful not to mention the staffed family house on Lake Como,
(jointly owned with friends) gardener/handyman, daily cleaning lady and
chaffeur driven Bentley.
This was a few years ago now - we have subsequently had comments
from the sanctimonious, po faced “I don’t drink” contingent,
but then we are neither alcoholic nor suicidal, which downing a bottle of whisky
in perceived alcohol tolerance would indicate, be that deliberate, subconscious,
or unconcerned.