I was saying to Lady Windermere only the other day..as she flittered her fan to and fro beneath her chin in demented fashion..
"Have you got your hamper yet?" said I.
She said..
"What was that!?" poor thing is a bit hard of hearing.
"Have you got your hamper yet?" said I bellowing like a cow in a meadow..
"Have I got my what..." said she
Heaven sake! thought I but left it. I pointed to last years basket and she got the message. She swears the Madeira is delightful from Fortnum and Mason...and the foie gras is a tad common but passable.
I told her then that my hamper is coming from Marks and Spenser who knock up a passable one. ..a passable one. By now she had swivelled the nob on her hearing aid to full tilt and was picking up reception in fine style.
"Marks and Spenser!!" said she
"Marks and Spenser!!"She boomed in cataclysmic shock..as if I had uttered something entirely outrageous,
all the while speaking with a haughty air while looking over the bridge of her elevated nasal passage..almost like the cowman had just walked through the sumptiously carpeted lounge with cowsh*t on his wellies.
At that point I considered myself admonished and left it there...one can alway be put in one's place by one's superiors.
