In the house we lived in for the first 10 years of my life, we had a very long garden and I remember when I was about 4, and being nosy, or possibly inquisitive, I would often look under the fence of the house that was sideways on to ours. I must have done this quite a lot and miraculously on one occasion right at the same time I was having a good old nose, a freckle faced, red haired girl about my age on the other side locked eyes with mine and so began a childhood friendship. It wasn't long before we were both going under the fence, where there was a dip, into each others gardens. This friendship endured right the way through junior school until we moved house. However, we went to different schools, me to the local state Catholic junior school and my friend to somewhere that had a very smart uniform and where apparently her parents had to pay fleas! I do remember thinking how inconvenient it must have been for them having to gather up these fleas all the time just so she and her brother and sister could go to school, they didn't even have a dog so it really had me wondering just where they got all the fleas in the first place. My friend and her family also disappeared to Delhi for long periods of time and when the family came back I would be invited round to her house for tea and then she and her sister would show me all these wonderful things they had brought back.
I have an enduring memory of their very clipped accents, a treasure trove of amazing things. However one single item defined them as posh, not the flea paying school that my friend or her siblings attended or the frequent trips to India. It was a BOAC shoulder bag, my god it was posh!