I once overheard a friend asking my husband who had better table manners, him or I. As punishment for eavesdropping I was mortified to hear him reply “I have French manners and Emily has Australian ones” which didn’t sound good. Growing up in Australia our household was informal but I assumed I had the basics covered: eat with a knife and fork, place th…
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