Unrefined Sugar!

Legend has it that in the reign of Victoria, as many blockers moved into the middle class as pos. They have to deal with an expanding city, and are checked by refiners.
Fine are the refiners = sorters
Working class – stick together
Middle class – drift apart
in this way, we are protected from tyrants. The working class should control sometimes, the middleclass others, but who rules the roost.
Middle class refiners with accumin are desired by the Working class.
Working class have too many refiners, set pointless tasks (ball + chain).
The Middleclass need refiners to sort workers, the town, refugees etc.
Wildman Bob used to get refining women sorting ‘sodding!’, tea bags……are they tired?.
(Guy and the Ladis) Wayward Middleclass. Sort up the system, use dopey refiners to fluff pillows etc, ‘perfect?’
Bills a refiner, he sends girls to the papershop to fetch his racing post (He tires of the load and their age.)
People, who employ gardeners, labourers hire a sorter, why don’t the sorters have the money. So refiners have a conscience work for esoteric, the refined, lovers, psychoanalysts, techno-shamans, the old, (muthers, strawberries), or the white triangle. All of whom are invaluable to almost all, usually (esp in a depression).
So Bill gets his grown up, middleclass, refiner, labourers, ans gardeners work. The squabble in between working class and middleclass becomes smoother. Sorting for bad things as ever goes on regardless.
Mrs Hayridge is known to say 'Well I never......I'm fine......and pretty!'