Saturday, 26 June 2004
Personal
One is not enough
When I bought my house, I was originally looking for at least three bedrooms: mine, a guest room, and a room to use as a study. The estate agent was surprised then, when I plumped for a house with just one room.
It's a good size. Large enough that I don't feel hemmed in; small enough that I don't rattle around in it.
But of late I've come to feel limited by it. Never more so than tonight. With no spare room I use the sofa-bed for guests, and the sofa-bed (or my single bed) isn't large enough for an eight-month pregnant sister and her husband. Keith drew the short straw of sleeping bag and camping mat, and I'm once again wondering when I'll get to move house.
(And again I remember the claim of "a public record of a family of 13 adults and children" living in my house.)