Yesterday, though, we were running late with lunch (the packet said 30 minutes cooking time but it lied) and she not only noticed but got on her high horse. She may look and act like a fluffy old lady but underneath there's a daughter of the big house who believes there are things she's entitled to. I got angry in turn but managed to hide it.
What I wanted to do was flounce out the house.
Later, as I cooled down, it came to me that flouncing out the house was just what my father would have done.