Home for the Holidays

I am not what one would call a fancy lass, but I did overpay for a house recently, and now live among the quality. Thanks to school holidays like today, when I have to work from home, I am beginning to understand just how out of my element I am.

Take right now. As I write this, in the park across the street is a father teaching his young boys cricket. As in, the fake British sport of. He brought his own wicket and is wearing cricket whites. Seriously. I'm betting the bumper sticker on his Range Rover says "I brake for Plutocrats."

We don't have a mortgage; we have a mort-GHAGE.