Posts Tagged ‘Orangery’

Cleaning and counting and piles of dirt

I bet you thought this’d be a pretty boring post about the fact that I spent hours cleaning up the Orangery and stock counting yesterday, didn’t you?

Um…. yeh.

I’m going to put pictures in to keep your attention, right? So don’t go off all annoyed, thinking I’ve suddenly got boring.

First picture.

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See? I told you it’d be good. That’s the floor. Those with good observational skills will notice that I’ve moved all the furniture to the top section at the back, in order to clean the floor better.

Are you making notes, everyone? That’s my first top tip today. Move the furniture out of the way, if you want to give a more thorough clean.

Next picture.

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This is the dirt I have accumulated by sweeping.

Fascinating stuff, isn’t it? Notice the half eaten piece of buttered bread in amongst the dirt there? I can also report that there was an Iced Gem (who remembers those?) and a leaflet about Chichester Parish Church. Fascinating.

After all this cleanliness, it was time for a bit of counting. Hands up, who’s good at counting! Well, at one stage, I had to count all the teabags so I started pulling the boxes of tea out of the cupboard. A box of peppermint tea was feeling a little rebellious and wouldn’t come out of the cupboard. Rather than have a look at what it was caught on, I just kept pulling and eventually, this happened.

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Top tip number two: don’t just keep pulling the box if it doesn’t want to move.

After that, I scrubbed down the wooden tables and the potwash machine. Then the potwash had a fliddy cause it doesn’t like being cleaned. So I stood and watched it freak out and ate a crisp sandwich. Cause I’m so gourmet.

Now, children. Wasn’t that fascinating? Didn’t you enjoy that little story about cleaning and counting? Isn’t your day much improved now? I thought so.

I aim to please, readers.

*inspiration is low today, clearly*

I bet you thought it was just a cafe, didn’t you?

Oo, Ham House is nice, you’re thinking, aren’t you? The house is nice but you’re just in the cafe. Is that what you thought?

Well, let me tell you, all you doubters. It is not just a cafe. In fact, it was built in 1674 by the Duke and Duchess of Lauderdale who lived out their very extravagant lifestyles at Ham House. They had it built to house exotic plants, like orange trees (hence, it is called The Orangery) and lemon trees. They were kept in the Orangery over the winter to keep them alive then dragged out onto the long walkway behind the house in the summer to look pretty.

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(view looking out from the Orangery to the kitchen garden)

It’s quite exciting to spend my working days in a place that was built 340 years ago.

Actually, talking of Ham House, does anyone remember me mentioning the Mills & Boon book that was written about Ham House that I’m in the middle of reading? Well, it gets hilarious-er and hilarious-er. (Chill out, that’s a word. Well, it is now.)

So we were up to the bit where she had run back to Ham House to look for the man she claims to hate, who she had a duel with and then snogged.

She keeps going to Ham House and he’s not there and she’s all heartbroken. And then one time, she goes and he’s there so she spends the whole time flirting with another man. When he pulls her aside and is like, “Stop it, you’re making yourself look like an idiot,” she gets all mouthy with him then strops off.

As she’s on her way home in her carriage, her friend is like, “Oo, guess who lives here?” Then the carriage door opens and she is lifted out and taken inside and it’s the man she love/hates. So she has an angry fit and says she’s been kidnapped and she hates him and this is against the law, blah blah blah!

He’s like, “you’re staying here for as long as it takes to make you mine.” She’s like, “I’ll be here for bloody ages then! In your dreams, mate!” And he’s like, “But I love you and I want to marry you.” And she’s like, “O, alright then.”

I’ve paraphrased, obviously.

That’s where I’m up to with that then. Isn’t it so fascinating and believable? That’s one thing that really draws me in about this book, it’s believability. Definitely. Definitely believable.