Yorkshire Pudding mentioned Chatsworth House on his blog the other week. This rang a bell and reminded me of an anecdote I posted about the posh house on here in 2012:
I once helped build half a golf course (the other nine holes already existed) close to the moorland overlooking Manchester and the Cheshire Plain in 1993 .
I remember saying one morning to a digger driver:
“Did you have a good weekend Bill?”
“Not really. Me and the missus went to that posh house, Chatsworth House in Derbyshire. It was a Bank Holiday Monday and the world and his wife had decided to visit. The traffic tail-backs went back for miles.
We eventually got inside and it was full of snobs. The house was full of old furniture and paintings. She likes that kind of crap! I wouldn’t mind there wasn’t even an effing bar to get a pint!”
I just laughed and Bill said: "What are you laughing at?"
" I'm laughing at what you just said."
Then he started laughing. It was a good start to a working day.