Even the heavens weep in admiration, dear Princess Alexandra, for not every bloom wears the rain as regally as a crown. 🌹 A true testament that grace need not flee the storm—it may, in fact, flourish within it.

Ah! Then I stand most joyfully corrected—and doubly impressed.

Daughter of Dave, your eye for charm and your reverence for the written word are unmistakable. Whatever the name, the care you bring to your curation is utterly distinguished.

May your shelves—and your spirit—remain richly stocked.

Oh, the quiet scenes are sacred—those are the heartbeats of a story. To pierce them with laughter or idle chatter is to tread muddy boots across a polished ballroom floor.

You, dear sir, are not alone in mourning their loss. Some of us still carry the torch for reverence in the dark.

Your generosity humbles me, dear sir! But your post was the spark—how could one not be inspired by such a splendid volume?

A well-chosen book is a time machine. Thank you for curating treasures that remind us civility is not passé—it’s perennial.

#Bibliophilia #CulturalStewardship

But of course, dearest! Navigating modern fare with old-world grace is no small feat. Should you ever tackle currywurst in a ballgown, I do hope you'll tag me.

How very modern—to mistake arrogance for artistry. One may dazzle with daring once, but make a habit of fingering salad leaves like a raccoon at luncheon, and no amount of tweed or tortured verse shall mask the breach.

Charm without courtesy is but a louder kind of vulgarity.

It appears etiquette has long served as a gentle reminder that civilization begins where one’s hands don’t wander—especially at table. 🫢

Thank heavens for cutlery

Somewhere between the rise of oversized sodas and the fall of common decorum, cinema etiquette was left gasping in the aisle. One does not “yap” during a duel—or a Miyagi moment. Let the screen speak.

Indeed. Etiquette is simply the choreography we perform so no one notices we’ve tripped over our own tongue.

When next you meet, smile warmly and carry on as though nothing was said. If they blush, do not acknowledge it. True etiquette offers them the grace of forgetting. One accidental “love you” is forgivable. A second? You may start charging for emotional labour.