(You need to have seen Nick Park‘s “Creature Comforts” to get the voice in that headline right.)
I went to see the flat. Very nice. Sort of. Thought the bathroom wasn’t done as nicely as in mine, but that was a minor detail. Living-room, of course, about the seame size as my living-cum-bedroom, which is nice, and a bedroom with room for a double bed and maybe a cupboard or two (though it would be crowded quickly), which is nice. But, and a big but, too, the kitchen was, I dunno, two, maybe three, square metres. Small. And no window. So DARK. Oh, yeah, sure, room for the cooker and fridge and maybe three mugs and a plate. And a micro. Because I’ll tell you one thing: You live there, you don’t cook.
Nope, I’ll stick to my plan for the Perfect Kitchen (or the As Perfect As It Gets In A Tiny Flat Kitchen). I don’t really have a problem with having a living-cum-bedroom, I have bookshelves up as a dividing wall (I need the bookshelves anyway) and there’s plenty of room for me, and room enough for one guest for a few days (how many depends more on the guest than on the flat, and would do so even if I had a guest room) and even for two guests in a squeeze (though I’d have to really like them to put up with no floor space). I can see how wanting a double bed would cause a problem, but for the time being I’m perfectly happy with my single one. And I couldn’t live in a flat this small if it were “us” living in a flat this small and really needing a double bed. I need space, space!
Music in the room: Black Sky (Shakespeares (sic) Sister)