I have a friend with 2 sisters, R & D. When referring to D, she will just say "my sister D" but even though I have known her for over 20 years, she will always say "My sister R, the one who's a barrister"
(I always find myself thinking of Hyacinth Bucket, "it's my sister Violet, the one with a Mercedes and room for a pony" )
Anyway, we were having a phone conversation recently about the misdemeanours of cats, as you do, and she was telling me that her cat had brought in a blackbird. I managed not to giggle when she said "You should have seen the mess, there was bird hair everywhere!"
She then said "My sister R" I waited for the usual "the one who's a barrister" but it didn't come
She went on to explain that they live near some woods where game is raised, and that R's cat often brings in live pheasants and partridges.
I said "Oh goodness, what does she do!"
She replied "She's a barrister"
(Still having a vision of a woman in a wig & gown, attempting to cross examine either the cat or the birds, as I can't quite get the connection between being a member of the legal profession and dealing with uninvited wildlife )
Son's fiancee hates us - we're going to family therapy
My dilemma is that she's a slob - how to discuss with her?
A level of gravitas and decorum has been lost - don't think she's a naive player