Often the Dame is called upon to 'play mother' to tearful councillors, seeking solace in her very ample bosoms.
Most whimper about how their talents have never been recognised by the likes of Pooter Cockell
Thus, she was unfazed when her major domo, Mr Phelps, tapped on the door of her magnificent 'Louis Quinze style' boudoir to announce Councillor Palmer.
She had been expecting him to drop by since hearing the 'man love' between him and 'Danny Boys' Moylan was fast evaporating.
Cllr Palmer sobbed as he told the Dame, "I have been canvassing like mad all over Queen's Gate and I thought that Cllr Moylan would help me, but he is such a snob and says it's beneath him to talk to voters.
When I was in the Young Conservatives we all had jolly good fun canvassing, then hitting the pub for a beer or two.
When I told Cllr Moylan he just sneered and said he never went to pubs....it's just not fair, Dame".
The Dame, handed the councillor one of her elaborately monogrammed lawn cotton handkerchiefs and explained.....
"Cllr Palmer, I fear you have misinterpreted Cllr Danny Boys motives in inflicting you on the genteel people of Queen's Gate."
The Dame went on, "Cllr Danny Boys is a self important £155,000 a year local government magnate with powerful friends.
He has no time to waste meeting boring residents.
It's your job to deal with the local plebs....so get on with it and stop whining."