Casa de Cunter is a modest house but I think that it is too big.
I have one bedroom that has been used for a few weeks in the last 20 years and another that has been vacant since the little Cunter flew the nest.
That also leaves me with a second, unused bathroom and a dining room that gets used only at Christmas.
Wasted space that Mrs Cunter has to clean when she can be bothered to get off her lazy, but shapely arse. I have found that when not sleeping we spend the vast majority of our time either in the kitchen or near the television in the lounge. I suspect that most people are the same.
I can’t understand the ambition to own a huge house or why some people are attracted to visit National Trust country homes. Is it to wander around the huge rooms stuffed with chairs that have never been sat on and tables that have never been eaten off?
These garish monstrosities have vast libraries of books that have never been read, hundreds of paintings that have never been admired and scores of windows that have never been looked out of.
And there are fucking hundreds of these houses all over Britain. Most of them have been inherited and the new owners can’t afford the upkeep. They cannot afford the small army of cleaners and gardeners required.
Instead of selling the fucking huge house and downsizing to a manageable place, the owners allow the National Trust to step in to maintain the place so that an ever decreasing number of sad dullards can shamble around the place gawping at the extravagance. They then live in part of the house free of charge.
I am all for preserving the history of the UK, but this history is already being preserved by people that can afford the upkeep and maintenance of their own homes.
Those that can’t afford to live where they are should sell up and fuck off.
Nominated by: The Artful Cunter



