Quaint is a funny old word. Not many people use it these days. It means “attractively old-fashioned or unusual”.
Perhaps how you might describe Miss Marple, Jessica Fletcher, a Tudor cottage or a gentleman in a bowler hat.
I never really thought of myself as quaint before but in my present role I have come to see that as I do have some rather old fashioned values which include:
Turning up to my job on time.
Carrying out my job to the best of my ability.
Trying to perform tasks in a timely and expeditious manner.
(Obviously, none of these rules apply to housework. Ho hum.)
I think I shall now buy myself a twin set and pearls and move to small rural villaage and investigate the untimely disapperance of the Church flowers.
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