Mary Killen Mary Killen

Your Problems Solved | 19 July 2003

Etiquette advice from The Spectator's Miss Manners

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Q. The other day I uncharacteristically turned on the Richard and Judy show. There I saw an extremely handsome farmer, glorying, along with Richard and Judy, about the aesthetic impact on the Worcestershire countryside of his striped rows of delphiniums in pink, purple, lavender and ivory. These are apparently being grown as biodegradable confetti and are welcomed by clergymen where paper confetti is banned. Clearly, the farmer was unpushy, as he failed to give his contact address when pressed for it. Can you help me, Mary, as I would love to buy some for a forthcoming wedding?
B.B., Marlborough, Wiltshire

A. The Real Flower Petal Confetti Co. is at www.confettidirect.co.uk and the telephone number is 01386 555045. Incidentally, the handsome farmer who produces it is Charles Hudson, a member of the Worcestershire squirearchy, and the husband of writer Cressida Connolly, daughter of Cyril.

Q. We have been going to Cornwall every summer since the children were born. This year my daughter is 15 and wants to join the other teenagers staying up all night on the beach at Daymer Bay. I do not want to cramp her style but I am worried she may get into some sort of trouble. What shall I do, Mary?
Name and address withheld

A. Why not join forces with another concerned parent and the two of you do a Mrs Doubtfire? Dress up as a couple of tramps or saddoes, bring a liquid picnic, stoke a mini- bonfire, and make an evening of it. You will then be ready to strike should the need arise.

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