Who always wanted to be posh.......sigh......how stupid eh?
Now that I am old enough to know better, I realise what a waste of time all my yearning for poshness was. What I wanted was the trappings of posh, as I saw them at the time.
As a child I lived with my family in a council house. A clean and tidy council house. Where my mother cooked proper food. She made us stews and pies and puddings and jam. Knitted us jumpers. There were roses in the garden. There was a water butt. We didn't have a telephone or a car. There were not many books in the house but we did have library cards. I appreciate the fact that we had decent food in our early years, although once Ma was working we did have some Fray bentos dinner/angel delight puddings........which we thought were fancy!
We had our feet measured regularly for 'good shoes'. We slept in beds with clean sheets and blankets.
We had freedom to roam the local woods with our other council house kid mates for hours on end with a jam sandwich and a bottle of water for sustenance.
We didn't have money.
Throughout my life, and admittedly I have not had a 'travelling the world-meeting the great and the good and the glorious' life, I have found that the poshest people I have encountered, or at least the ones I consider to be posh, have fallen into two camps.
Properly posh or pp and utp or up themselves posh.
Usually the utp's had the money.
What I remember about the pp I have encountered is them...their nature or personality..their interest in the world and life and the people in it.
Just like the John Cleese/two Ronnies sketch about class 'I know my place..' then I know my place.
I am a council house kid......and I didn't 'make good'.
Didn't travel too far.
There aren't that many differences between my childhood life and my life now....except that I own my home (almost!), have a car, sometimes travel abroad on holidays and my spagetti is not out of a tin these days.
I am still fascinated by posh people...watching them and listening to them.
My children are not council house kids. There is a tiny corner of my heart that would like them to attain the trappings of poshness that I dreamt of as a child......but maybe we all want our children to move on and up and take for granted things we have struggled for? and yet my children are bright, happy individuals with a sense of self worth, and as far as I can tell, no longing for the silly fripperies I used to covet.
I would like them to have money in their life...not for itself but because it buys protection and security of a sort and opportunity.....with money you are not hungry or without somewhere to sleep, you are able to travel and to experience life.........and yes, I know experience and wonder and affirmation of being alive is available without money, but money gives you choices.
I still buy a lottery ticket every week and silently wish 'one day...one day...'.
UTP people have a silken ease with which they travel through life.....confident and sometimes arrogant, their ease is money bought.
The best currency is used by the PP. They travel with interest and curiosity and manners, kindness and grace.
Health is wealth.........I don't need what I used to covet.