My mother-in-law an almost exact contemporary of the Queen’s was quietly annoyed Not with the trifle
My mother-in-law, an almost exact contemporary of the Queen’s, was quietly annoyed Not with the trifle, but with us. Left to herself she would have eaten her bowlful, carefully sifting the custard with her tongue, expecting to find no more shards and confident that it was likely all to be a lot of bother [...]