It was SUCH a good bat, and we saw a bat swooping around over the lawn at bat o'clock (i.e. dusk) almost every night all summer :)
Mouldering ancestral pile: makes it sound far grander than it actually is while also being a strictly accurate description, which I think is hilarious. It's my grandparents' (grandfather's) house; it was built in, oooh, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe the 50s, maybe a bit earlier? It's in a fairly large garden on a cliff overlooking the sea, and my grandfather -- Papa -- was both an engineer and, um, a hoarder.
He would do shit like go "aha, two pineapples reduced to 10p each in the bargain bin at Tesco, I'll get BOTH of them, I have no idea what to do with them nor indeed any such desire but my grandchildren will Like Them and they're A Bargain"... such that when we came to visit six weeks later there was a carrier bag containing two mouldy pineapples on the sideboard. And so on, and so forth, including an enormous washing drum full of empty six-pint milk flagons (seriously, several dozen) that Might Come In useful One Day, and tax returns going back to the fifties crammed higgledy-piggledy into a cupboard all out of order with bank statements from last year.
So: it's ancestral, it's mouldering, and it is very much one giant glorified pile.
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Date: 2019-01-01 11:53 am (UTC)Mouldering ancestral pile: makes it sound far grander than it actually is while also being a strictly accurate description, which I think is hilarious. It's my grandparents' (grandfather's) house; it was built in, oooh, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe the 50s, maybe a bit earlier? It's in a fairly large garden on a cliff overlooking the sea, and my grandfather -- Papa -- was both an engineer and, um, a hoarder.
He would do shit like go "aha, two pineapples reduced to 10p each in the bargain bin at Tesco, I'll get BOTH of them, I have no idea what to do with them nor indeed any such desire but my grandchildren will Like Them and they're A Bargain"... such that when we came to visit six weeks later there was a carrier bag containing two mouldy pineapples on the sideboard. And so on, and so forth, including an enormous washing drum full of empty six-pint milk flagons (seriously, several dozen) that Might Come In useful One Day, and tax returns going back to the fifties crammed higgledy-piggledy into a cupboard all out of order with bank statements from last year.
So: it's ancestral, it's mouldering, and it is very much one giant glorified pile.