She never missed a fundraising whist drive or failed to turn up to judge a family dog show. She was much in demand at these latter events, even if heart sometimes overcame head and she ended up giving the prize to the one-eyed mongrel rather than the pedigree canine, when she thought the owner deserved it. Once she gave the prize for the “dog most like its owner” to the same man three years running, even though he brought a different dog on each occasion. “Such a nice man,” she explained.
The point being not such an award of prizes. Rather, that the explanation, the justification, would have been thought perfectly valid by all involved.
We would describe this as charming eccentricity, everyone else in the world as weird. But there we are, if they’d actually understood us we’d never have had that empire, would we?