Through the keyhole
I don’t really talk much about my home life on my blog. I’m not trying to be mysterious or sexy by withholding details; I just don’t think it’s that interesting. I am, however, a sucker for questionnaires or surveys. I have often delighted in giving wildly inaccurate opinions to market researchers and I used to have a terrible habit of filling in what are now called memes but have managed to go cold turkey on that score for a while. When one of my regular reads and favourite bloggers Minge asked me a few questions about my house, my concealed confessional side was stirred. He even asked for photos and I took some earlier. Ooh. I’ll answer the questions first.
Does your bathroom have a window?
No, it doesn’t, to my eternal regret. I will *never* rent a flat with a windowless bathroom again.
Could you live without a window in your kitchen?
Hmmm. I had a kitchen in Edinburgh with no window. It was like cooking in a cell, but I lived with it. My flat here has a kitchen in the lounge, so while strictly speaking there is a window in the same room, I can’t gaze out of it while I’m washing up unless I swivel my head round like the girl from The Exorcist. That said, I hardly ever wash up so I don’t crave a view. So the answer, I guess, is yes.
Have you ever seen anyone famous from your window?
No, but I was once walking outside my flat and Tony Blair drove past. That’s as close as it gets.
Do you have a balcony?
No, unfortunately. I’m on the ground floor (another thing I won’t do again) and secretly covet the flats upstairs who *do* have one. Although it's probably best that I dont have one. The urge to spit on the heads of passers-by would be too strong.
And now the photos. Oh how exciting.
I’ve lived here over a year with a mirrorless bathroom. It has driven me mad. Last week we bought some mirrored tiles from Ikea. This is what they look like. I really don’t care that half of Britain has these tiles. Home furnishings snobbery is boring.
The chair is old. It is my other half’s. I have no idea where it came from. It is draped in a rope light. I like rope lights. No-one really sits in the chair because it broke when we moved. The thing that looks like a jellyfish is a speaker.
When I took the photos the washing up hadn’t been done (tsk) so I took a photo of my overflowing utensils pot (yes Ikea again; I actually don’t have that much Ikea stuff). To the right you can see one of those Alessi egg cups, which was a present, and my sister’s cough medicine which she left here last week. It didn’t work; she coughed non-stop.
This is the view outside my lounge window. The road is quiet for once. You can just about make out a London cab hurtling towards us. There is also a phone box, which I once watched somebody kick violently for about 20 minutes.
My Macbook, where I have just written this.
So there you go. How was it for you?