The awesome thing about being a battle-hardened, misanthropic old pessimist is that every now and then, people will fail to disappoint you. The unexpected lack of disappointment will cause a cavalry regiment of champagne-swilling endorphins, unknown to the credulous optimist, to come charging into your brain, sabres waving, helmets askew. Tally-ho! they will roar, while riding round and round in triumph, waving standards and letting fly balloons. This is just the law of averages.
For instance, one might be overwhelmed by a lack of disappointment when the kind W H Smith employee at Birmingham airport offers to post one's postcards for one when one has realised one has forgotten and there is no postbox in the airport, meaning one's favourite 96-year-old will get one's missive after all.
One might be heartened when a dangerous-looking young man, who one is secretly praying won't stab one in the eye, makes an exquisitely polite after-you gesture at one when one is negotiating one's way through a doorway.
Or one might go visit Tudor Friend for a cheese-and-Jane-Austen-orgy and find that she really does live in a Tudor-era house, and it looks like this:
Do you feel soothed, consoled, and invigorated? We sure as hell do!
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For instance, one might be overwhelmed by a lack of disappointment when the kind W H Smith employee at Birmingham airport offers to post one's postcards for one when one has realised one has forgotten and there is no postbox in the airport, meaning one's favourite 96-year-old will get one's missive after all.
One might be heartened when a dangerous-looking young man, who one is secretly praying won't stab one in the eye, makes an exquisitely polite after-you gesture at one when one is negotiating one's way through a doorway.
Or one might go visit Tudor Friend for a cheese-and-Jane-Austen-orgy and find that she really does live in a Tudor-era house, and it looks like this:
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| Inside Tudor Friend's bathroom! Hooks! Wooden beams! Woof! |
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| A somewhat blurry close-up (blame the 47 different kinds of booze in Tudor Friend's liquor cabinet) of the delightful, old-fashioned door-lock. |
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| This photo is taken from outside one toilet, looking towards the other. |
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| Tudor Friend suspects that these are original 18th-century Dutch tiles. Like these ones! Or these! |
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| The tiles would appear to illustrate the life of that notorious cheese-loving saint, St Hoojar. |
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| This is the view from the spare bedroom! Huzzah! |
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| The outside of the house is alright, we suppose. |
Do you feel soothed, consoled, and invigorated? We sure as hell do!
Now for a festive video - let's hear Dolly Parton describing the first time she used a flush toilet! (Many thanks to Jezebel.) Please pardon the vulgar illustrations - we didn't make them.
Festive video - Dolly Parton Getting Dirty
Related Reading
If you, too adore beautiful tiles, more are found here:
Blogging Something Rotten
We Receive a Postcard
All posts about Tudor Friend
If you're into historical plumbing, we've got posts about medieval plumbing and Roman plumbing
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