On Saturday I did the following things: went to the driving range and rented and hit 60 golf balls, rode in a car, went to Kenwood House, had some mac and cheese, pet a doggie, visited a friend of Matt's, met his wife, played with a baby, played with a cat, copiloted.
So, Kenwood House. It's one of these English heritage estates. It's kind of like when you go to another country and you visit a castle, but it's not a castle. It's a house of someone who was obviously very rich at some point. It has the stuff you would see in a castle - famous paintings, old furniture, fancy wallpaper, chandeliers - but without the gold paint everywhere.
I don't know; I didn't find it too interesting. It's one thing to go to a castle, but it's something else to just go to a house. Maybe people who like to snoop are really into this kind of thing.
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