hmm
interesting thread.
one of the first mn threads was about yoga in primrose hill, and I remember regarding it in awe and wondering if I had landed up in the wrong place.
Im now just looking round my sitting room and wondering if I am completely down to earth and not at all poncey, or if my ponciness is so deeply engrained, that I no longer recognise it as such.
eg I only drink real coffee, but thats just normal in europe, instant is a mere british disease. and the 100 year old Grimms Fairy Tales that dd has just read, is one I picked up as a child in a junk shop. and most of the oil paintings on my walls, I did myself in my art school period. and my children are going to teach themselves skiing on the hill opposite our house as soon as I can afford some skis for them. no, Im definitely not poncey (shudders at thought)