Poking my nose into...

I must be crazy , but only sometimes poking my short noise into other people business...... now that gives me the blushes....No...no, not the crazy part.
Just remembered what my mum would say...bak in the village....if you give her a cup of tea that is not full to the brim, she would go on a rapport about the way you should know she doesnt have a long nose, hence they is nothing to fear if you were to put a full cup!!!
The politics of this place everyone is poking there damb nose into other people party, so in the end bickering just come. Am not shocked for that, because it happens in the village too, but I thot women in the city had class...more than in the village, I hate comparisons...this better than that...that better than this.......but oh my some women here can bicker..till death's end..if it ever dies.
They say that is the symptoms of living in packed neighboorhoods, no compounds , no space lying around doing nothin, in the end, no one has even thinking space, and the bickering just brings itself, .......