A friend and I were out for a walk. We ventured into Countess Close. Posh houses with columns loomed over us. Tara, take a back seat(almost).
"In terms of poshness," I wondered, "is a Close higher than, oh, a Crescent? Or a Place?"
My friend pondered. She thought an Avenue would be rather high up the posh list of where to live.
I remembered that Margot in "The Good Life" had always gone on, and on, about the grandeur of living on an Avenue. Yes, I admitted that Avenue was well up there.
Street and Road were way down, we decided. Lane, however, had a nice country-cottage ring to it.
Neither of us wanted to live in an Alley. An Alley was akin to, perhaps, living under a bridge.
Who knew we could be such snobs? It's just not fair that we both have such ordinary-sounding addresses. We're thinking of moving ...