To me class is meaningless... I grew up in one of the most deprived areas of the country, my parents were immigrants, my dad worked in manufacturing, my mum was a seamstress... I was the first person on my street to go to uni, I have three degrees, my daughter went to private primary school (she's in a rough secondary school now, cos it gets higher grades than the private schools) and I hate to say it out loud by I do earn over six figures :/ some people still see me as the brown girl with immigrant parents and very much working class, but then on paper I see myself currently as very privileged. But tbh it makes zero difference to my daily life. I'm proud of where I came from and everything my parents did for me. I'm not unique, I have friends who did the same. We never forget our past and we look to do the best for our kids like my parents did. My friends think it's amusing how I can move from being eloquent to be a person who genuinely still drops in the odd non-ironic "innit" into a conversation. And I don't care, the world would be boring if we were all the same in our sister wives dresses and leather jackets.
I was going to quietly put them away and never mention it again, until I realised I don't know where they go, and HOW CREEPY would it be to come back from a holiday and find your guest has moved your sex toys to a different drawer??? So I think I'm just going to have to leave them there...
