Sometimes I do wonder why exactly I chose to live where I do, every place I need to go to involves mile upon mile of travelling. But then, it only takes a moment to stand and stare and it all comes flooding back to me.
And, it is nice to stop and chat with the neighbours, catch up on all the latest gossip.
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OOO, Maid what a lovely place you live in! It must be so peaceful - and quiet!! ( very important for studying!)
Do you ride?
What a fantastic place. Did you put the buckets in the shot for scale ?
The buckets are my seats of learning, posh eh!
Yes I ride, it keeps me sane, me and Bar-Os manage to get into all sorts of trouble with the local land owners when we're out and about, favourite ride is to a sweetie shop in a local village, Bar-Os has a liking for peppermint aero and turkish delight!
And there I was worrying in sympathy for you at the lack of perceived poshness we have. And then the truth comes out.
'Oh, I 'ave an 'orse don't you know'
'Oh yes, One rides wiv the 'unt don't you know'
'My 'orse and I is so posh we will only eat Turkish Delight and thrash peasants orf the estate'
I think I need to seriously look at my pigeon loft and wonder what to do with the ferrets. I am clearly outclassed. (And I look silly in a boob tube too. I tried it)
Swizz
The butler thinks that I'm posh too, but I'm not at all like that, I'll talk to anyone, just ask the gardener, the maid, the groom or my personal trainer.
You do realise that there are going to be some very embarrassing mistaken identity gaffs at BVC induction! "Ooh you look like a pigeon fancier, your hair's got a kink in it, from wearing flat caps, so you must be Swizz - *stoney silence*. Or even worse, "you must be bar-maid, you're a bit, well you know, common" - *SLAP*
Is anyone else going to be arriving at the course centre in one's chauffeur driven Bentley ? I am concerned about being too samey.
Ordinarily, I would arrive by helicopter but some grubby oik at Lincoln's Inn got a bit arsey when my people enquired into parking up in the Inn gardens.
Barmaid, I think that we should be able to clear up the mistaken identity crisis reasonably easily.
You will be in a boob tube.
I will be in a sheepskin coat with a boob tube underneath and pigeon shit all down the back, and BB stands for bling bling, and will sent a minion to stand in for him, transmitting the class to his yacht on the Med. (Blimey, how many attempts did it take to spell yacht without it being underlined in red!)
Its all quite straightforward really.
Of course, we could all be at different providers!
A girl in my class (I am about to start second year P/T) moved into a hotel close to the Uni with her 2children and 2 nannies last year, while undertaking legal research assesment, as despite having these 2 nannies, no job and her own recently purchased copies of Chitty et al, it was too much hassle to get a taxi from Chelsea to School for the library each day.
I kid you not.
Guess she will just have to be a virtual barrister then, could have a big screen provided in court and she can do advocacy from her hotel suite, I'm sure the judiciary will be very understanding.
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