“Are we poor?” I asked my dad as a child one day after watching an American TV show depicting a nuclear family in a picturesque home. “There are people poorer than us, and richer than us” was his simple reply. So for a large chunk of my life, I assumed we were just minimalists. I remember believing my grandparents were the poshest Brits alive (second only to the Queen) because they had a dining table, a garden and non-essentials such as a sugar pot. Suffice to say I was ignorant of where I resided within the class
