"What do you mean, I was raised in a family background of wealth and priviledge?", I asked Mrs R. the other day.
She knows very well my humble beginnings, raised in a lowly greasy-spoon cafe in one of the less salubrious seaside resorts on the East Coast. "Why did you imply that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth?".
"No I didn't", she replied. "I said you were born in the Silver Spoon in Yarmouth".