After what happened to Pappa during the War, when all our Von Moggreiser relations batted for the wrong team, we won't have Kraut spoken Chez Moggy. Even Auntie Lizzie won't have it spoken at Windsor any more, even when the Greek tries it in jest....tinyclanger2 wrote:During a recent sobremesa with Lady R-M, her ladyship vehemently denied that Cameron had verschlimmbesserned the Tory meltdown with his cynical desenrascanco that boiled down to nothing more than Eton votes for English Laws.
I must point out to you that we had no "sobremesa" whatsoever. I issued you with instructions, as your lowly status is such that PLU nevah converse with PLY unless it's absolutely necessary and in an effort to correct noxious - and may I say, typical - plebeian behaviour.
Getting ideas above one's station invariably ends in tears, you know. You were sent to sunday school for a jolly good reason - "The rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate; God made them high and lowly, and ordered their estate" is the hymn that your teahcers forced you to sing in order for you to understand your place. Are you some type of jonny foreigner bolshevik cove?
If you're not careful I'll have to have you evicted from your tied hovel. Lord Rees Moggy won't have this blatant lack of manners on the estate, and I'll insist that Mellors gives you a whipping on the way out. That's the trouble with the lower orders. Ingrates, the whole damn lot of 'em. One tries, one really does, to educate them in the correct way of doing things, but they are useless.
It must be congenital - rather as I have inherited my compassion and intelligence from my forbears, coming from first-rate stock.
