Penelope had come to a decision. Chatting with Terence she had found out that his family were Labour Party supporters.
Clearly she had to change a few things. To start with, her name was too posh.
'I'm not Penelope any more Mum, I'm Penny.'
'Very well darling. That's up to you.'
'And don't keep calling me darling, Mum. It's so soppy. And I can't stand Mummy and Daddy - it should be Mum and Dad'
'My, my what has brought all this about?'
'I realise that being snooty and superior is for the boregoisey.'
'Oh, I see. That's a rather posh word isn't it? It should be bourgoisie darl, Penny.'
'What does it mean, Mum?'
'Middle class, more or less.'
'Are we middle class?'
'Yes. I should say so.'
'So you don't do any work.'
'Of course I work.'
'But you are not working class.'
'No, but I work. So does your father.'
'And Sebastien is Seb, Barbarella is Barb (although she doesn't like it) and Terence is Terry. This is the dawning of a new age of equality and justice.'
'I wonder who gave you that idea?'
'I just realised the true situation for myself.'
'With a little help?'
'Well Terry's dad helped.'
