Call me Your Honour...

This is a bit close to the mark:

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: The Most Honourable Sawyl the Sardonic of Frome Valley Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Ok, so Frome is Somerset, not Devon, but it's the right part of the world...

Blood, water, money and all that

My mater has just let slip that my grandmother has decided to send cheques (and fairly substantial ones too) to all her grandchildren. All? Well, not quite. It seems she's not sending me anything.

Although, unlike some of my cousins, I don't need the money, I still feel slightly miffed by the whole experience. I think it's pretty poor that my grandmother didn't bother to mention it to me when we last spoke — in fact she said something about not giving presents to grown up members of the family, unless you were going to see them on Christmas day — and I only got to hear about it because my parents were worried that my sister might mention it.

I'm extremely tempted to write a letter to my grandmother, to tell her that I understand that she's in straightened financial circumstances, include a cheque for same amount as sent to my sister, and damn the expense. Fortunately or unfortunately, I don't seem to have my cheque book with me...