I think this is a fabulously tickling "special feature" of your Art Universe gift-box edition! It is clearly your style, but you also investigate it through Langford Poole, with similes and diction that make it credible yet cause indeed some chuckles over here. Yes, Barnstoke Hall with more rooms than... LOL and that English beer! I've been also an immigrant in countries of bad isolation and cold stone houses, and happen to come from a region many (inhabitants of those countries) consider beyod saving, in senses of climate, culture and company, and thus the sweet bitterness is - unfortunately or fortunately? - familiar. ;-)
Thank you for your kind words, dear. It's funny how you can relate to Mr. Poole -- I can because I have been there: in Pluckley, at the monor houses, the pub, in the cold and damp houses, with those Englishmen and theor wonderful sense of humour; and you can because you've been there in a completely different sense.
But isn't it lovely to see that there's something that connects us to other people everywhere fate blows us to: laughter. I'm taking great comfort in that.