English Manor House

The other day I went to Ham House in Richmond. According to the guide, visitors can't decide whether the manor's garden is "plain" or "boring." This is a bad way to start a tour.

The first stop was a cherry orchard with no cherry trees.

Inside the house had many rooms. One vestibule had dozens of buckets hung from nails on the ceiling. The woman responsible for renovating the house died penniless and alone, embroiled in lawsuits.

Good.

My Function

is to be full. But full of what? This question proves difficult. Is it always better to be full of something than to be empty. What if you are full of @#$%? Full of cats? Full of bilge water? These are real concerns for me.

I'm a talking bucket

My wife said I should call this blog: "I'm a sad loser blog." No one understands me. I'm a talking bucket.
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