So then I thought of making a post about why 13th August (tomorrow) has proved a significant date in my life on several occasions, and why I always expect something significant to happen on that day. But I suspect I made that post last year, so why bother?
And then I thought of making the annual post about why I don’t like the month of August very much, but I’m not in the mood for tedious repetition.
The fact is, I have nothing to say today because nothing much has happened, so have a picture (which I took) of one of Britain’s Great Stately Homes. This one is called Sudbury Hall and is the closest one to where I live – about 10 miles that way.
I know three things about it:
1. The posh people who used to own it don’t any more. The National Trust does (and I don’t like the National Trust very much either.)
2. It has a Museum of Childhood containing such wondrous artefacts as dolls, rocking horses, and bibs stained with yellow vomit. (I made the last one up because I have to find something to joke about, don’t I? What would be the point of life otherwise? And why shouldn’t they have bibs stained with yellow vomit in a museum of childhood anyway?)
3. It’s older than America.