I hate people who use posh words for everyday things.
You know who I mean, the kind of person who invites their pals over for drinks of an evening and calls it a ‘soirée’ or for a coffee in the morning and offer you a ‘latte’. They don’t have a bedroom like the rest of us mortals they have a ‘boudoir’ and they don’t eat chips, it’s ‘pommes frites’.
They have everything ‘au gratin’ when they usually just mean it’s got cheese on it and then eat it ‘al fresco’ rather than outside.
Seeing a pattern here? I am.
Call it something in French or Italian and you posh it up beautifully.
So if you’ll excuse me I’m talking my chien to il parco for a pisciare and a merde!
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