Liberating

I went to Mt Eden yesterday (see! I am not really a snob. Some of my dearest friends come from the slums) and I have decided, having scrutinised some of the locals, that it must be quite marvellous being poor. There are so many responsibilities that do not concern them, like lifting one's feet as one walks, or keeping one's mouth shut while eating. How liberating it must be to shuffle along as crumbs and greasy pastry flakes fly freely from one's gaping mouth!