tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107112365381397932.post270567631827356163..comments2023-05-03T17:01:59.716+01:00Comments on Great Grandma's Hotchpotch: CUDDINGTON FETESylvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01181210810835897800noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107112365381397932.post-69240085783260737382011-07-23T09:38:21.053+01:002011-07-23T09:38:21.053+01:00Reminds me of a snob I worked with years ago whose...Reminds me of a snob I worked with years ago whose father-in-law ordered a pint of beer in a swish pub at Chenies 'showing her up'...Sylvehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01181210810835897800noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1107112365381397932.post-51440351319532024482011-07-22T16:19:27.794+01:002011-07-22T16:19:27.794+01:00Nothing to do with Cuddington but we talking about...Nothing to do with Cuddington but we talking about tea-time and I found I had a little dittie........<br /><br />"My Father, he was middle-class,<br />Whilst my Mother she was upper.<br />She always spoke of ‘dinner’,<br />When my Dad just wanted ‘supper‘;<br />And when my Grandad used to stay, they never could agree,<br />‘Cause lower-class old Granpa was a-shouting for his ‘tea’.<br />So whilst they fought and quarrelled,<br />And whilst each one argued harder.<br />All us kids would sneak away,<br />And go and raid the larder!"<br /><br />And that now leads on to 'larder'.<br />In our house it was the 'pantry'!<br />This could go on for ever!<br />Cheers.....BBernardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09024557597864373705noreply@blogger.com