Still, it is not often you get to hold one, at least not your own, in mixed company like that. Obviously, she had buttered it first of course. We may be not quite as middle-class in these parts as some would like, but at least we are not totally uncivilised.
After all, we do clean up afterwards, even if there is strawberry jam spread across some of the less accessible surfaces of the history professor by the time we break for tea and biscuits.
Not only that, some of those in the choir have been given a warm hand for any extemporaneous soloing brought on by the sudden loss of control over a mandolin that has been over-buttered, but at least we keep our socks on throughout. Not only that, the choirmaster still has all his own original sandwich boxes, dating right back to the early 1960s.
So, you see despite what the self-aggrandising metropolitan elite wish to claim, we here in the outlying parts of this once-great land are not without our civilised and civilising accomplishments, even though it does tend to cost quite a lot to make sure there is always enough butter for the mandolin, especially during the summer festival season which is now almost upon us.