I walked into Debo once. In an all too unfortunately literal way. Nearly bowled her over, coming round a corner too fast. Grabbed hold of little old lady, saw her safely on her feet again, apologised profusely, moved on to cheerful chat about babies (I was wearing one at the time) - and this little troop of schoolgirls came around the same corner, saw little old lady, stood in a neat line and bobbed a neat curtsey and chimed, "Good afternoon, your grace." Yup, that was Debo, Duchess of Devonshire, and I'd nearly flattened her...
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Date: 2013-12-11 07:07 pm (UTC)I walked into Debo once. In an all too unfortunately literal way. Nearly bowled her over, coming round a corner too fast. Grabbed hold of little old lady, saw her safely on her feet again, apologised profusely, moved on to cheerful chat about babies (I was wearing one at the time) - and this little troop of schoolgirls came around the same corner, saw little old lady, stood in a neat line and bobbed a neat curtsey and chimed, "Good afternoon, your grace." Yup, that was Debo, Duchess of Devonshire, and I'd nearly flattened her...