Tashyboy
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As part of Mr and Missis T's plans to grow old gracefully. We decided to join the National Trust, it just seemed to seamlessly fit in with what the old stinks a piss/ old farts / coffin Dodgers do. Drink gin, wear Skechers and eat ice cream. So as part of Mr and Missis T's retirement, today we went to Sudbury Hall I think it was called. Home of the National trust kids toys museum and a stately home. It's fair to say that we were not the only ones that A, stunka tiddle and B appreciated this green and pleasant lads proud heritage where the well off got rich at the expense of us poor folk ( nowt new there and for gods sake don't start another Brexit thread).
Anyway me and Missis T had a fantastic day there, even managed to pull in an English tea with a couple of scones ( pronounced scons).
I just love these places. The lives the rich and noble lived. They were something to behold, well for the men that was. I cannot remember exactly which earl it was. But Earl shagnasty the 6th rings a bell. He was married to Earless Shagnasty for 22 yrs and had 17 kids. No wonder they were rich, the child allowance must of been the best part of 7 and six a week, which for you young whippersnappers in today's money is about five grand a week. Looking at some of the bedrooms, who wouldn't be turned on by lying on your back looking at a fox with a decapitated pheasant in its mouth.
Suffice to say, where I live, the destruction of Clumber house and Rufford abbey in the 50's sticks in my throat. Seeing these grand old houses in ruins as against the National trust taking them over. Well it's a no brainer. I would sooner read stories of 6 yr old skinny kids spending 12 hours a day up a chimney and said scullery maid pregnant at 14. Than seeing a 500 yr old pile of rubble.
If your bored get yourself along to a national trust property, or better still, join. One bit of advice though, have a shower before you visit.
Back on the CA' DI Ponti, Nero D' AVOLA.
Love Tash.
Anyway me and Missis T had a fantastic day there, even managed to pull in an English tea with a couple of scones ( pronounced scons).
I just love these places. The lives the rich and noble lived. They were something to behold, well for the men that was. I cannot remember exactly which earl it was. But Earl shagnasty the 6th rings a bell. He was married to Earless Shagnasty for 22 yrs and had 17 kids. No wonder they were rich, the child allowance must of been the best part of 7 and six a week, which for you young whippersnappers in today's money is about five grand a week. Looking at some of the bedrooms, who wouldn't be turned on by lying on your back looking at a fox with a decapitated pheasant in its mouth.
Suffice to say, where I live, the destruction of Clumber house and Rufford abbey in the 50's sticks in my throat. Seeing these grand old houses in ruins as against the National trust taking them over. Well it's a no brainer. I would sooner read stories of 6 yr old skinny kids spending 12 hours a day up a chimney and said scullery maid pregnant at 14. Than seeing a 500 yr old pile of rubble.
If your bored get yourself along to a national trust property, or better still, join. One bit of advice though, have a shower before you visit.
Back on the CA' DI Ponti, Nero D' AVOLA.
Love Tash.
