Home, sweet home

The most asked for piece of information, from family, has been "What's your apartment like?". Please forgive me for not posting about this much requested topic sooner, I feel I had more interesting things to write about. But today I will bow down to your request and prioritise this post. The eventful day I had yesterday concerning lightening storms, rain, sub-zero temperatures, earth quakes, hurricanes, police chases, camel thefts, and a harem will just have to wait.

My apartment layout is as follows: The main entrance door opens to an entrance hall with two further doors. The door to the left is for my apartment and opens on to a short corridor. Down the corridor, to the right is the bathroom (sink, toilet, bath & shower over bath). To the left is the kitchen (sink, electric cooker, fridge / freezer, microwave with serving hatch to the living room). The end of the corridor leads to the main living area (3 piece suite, coffee tables, TV and cabinet). As you enter this room the bedroom is to the right (huge bed, wardrobe, chest of draws). The bedroom and living room each have a window and a rattle-box.

Main entrance hall leading to my apartment

Bathroom

Kitchen

Living room

Bedroom

"But what", I here you ask, "about the other door from the entrance hall?". Ah yes! You see, my living accommodation has a multiple personality disorder (and it's sending me a bit that way too). Through the other door, to the right in the main entrance hall (not visible in the above photo) is an almost exact copy of my apartment! It's exactly the same layout with a few minor differences; the kitchen has a washer / dryer and a freezer (no microwave), the living room has a dining table and 4 chairs, and the bedroom has two double beds. In other words, I'm me in my apartment and Widow Twankey in the other. I have to be honest and admit that I've often thought I was in the other apartment to that which I was actually in.

The widow's living room

The widow's bedroom