Shortly after getting married and moving house I took my Mom to see our new house. Just to impress her I took a short cut and drove through a rather salubrious private estate. The gated entrance to the private road had carved lions and ornamental railing and each plot was set back from the narrow lane with tantalising glimpses of luxury homes, some you could see just a peek of but others stood in all their glory displaying their oblivious wealth Nuvo Riche without a doubt. I was sure Mom would be impressed with this better area and proud that her son was moving up in the world albeit by a distantly associated area.
The road had speed bumps at regular intervals and evidence of deep grooving where the sumps of the famous had left their indelible marks. We continued at our funeral space until exiting through another large gated portico.
I asked Mom what she thought of the area and she said “well with all that money you’d have thought they would have the roads mended” she reached into her handbag and pulled out her glasses. Placing them on the bridge of her nose she said that’s better I can see now. Is that egg on your shirt?