We really don’t have any class at all.
I’ve written before about a family circumstance that might make us seem more affluent than we really are; if only for a minute. Here’s another one:
When the whole family gets together for a meal it’s usually pretty relaxed but can sometimes look pretty formal; let’s just say that we all know where the oyster fork goes. One might assume that this stems from some kind of pretentiousness or even an upper-class background but it’s neither.
Our family does have an upper-class connection but it isn’t a haughty one. A couple of relatives, many years ago, worked as servants. When they had families of their own they set their own table the way they knew to be proper: Just like their master’s. It became part of the family culture.