When you hold a funeral in a large rocky paddock which is apparently the local cemetery, you get to fit a lot of people in.
People I don’t really know because we live 3 hours drive away from the district.
So when you are introduced to a woman who looks to be at least 110 years old and are told that she was your husband’s primary school teacher, you are not quite expecting her to:
a) launch into a detailed account of everything that’s happened in her life since she last taught your husband (boring – but people do tend to get attacks of the brain farts when talking to the recently bereaved – so I can forgive this), or
b) start mouthing off about the upcoming State election and talk about “that bloody Bligh woman in Brisbane” as if we *must* share the same political views because she taught my husband to read in 1972!, or
c) generally bitch and moan about how rude city people are … ummm *Hello* lady but where did I just tell you that we lived???
Actually there is often talk of “country people” being better than “city people” whenever I visit. … and its not directed at me personally – at least I think its not. It just seems to come up in conversation a lot. I don’t really see that much difference myself. Wonder what it is that they seem to notice and get offended about when they see “city people”????