I love my flat. Darryl is his name. He's marvellous. He's colourful and fun and slightly chaotic in an orderly way; that is he looks cluttered but he's actually tidy. He's small so I don't have to walk far and he's easy to heat. And it only takes 5mins to heat the water for a shower and 2mins to heat it for the dishes. Most of all he's colourful.
I love my flat. He contains pictures of the people and paintings and places I love and that are pleasant to look at. He has the most amazing toilet seat and shower curtain and hanging things and round rainbow rug and other rainbow things. He's 2mins from the nearest Coop and 2mins from the sea. He's 6mins from work and 10mins from town centre.
I love my flat. And I love being in my flat. And when I am unable to be in my flat (because I have to work for instance) I love looking at videos and pictures of my flat and reminding myself how marvellous he is. My flat is perfect for me - he is "very me", as everyone points out.
My flat contains everything I need to live: a bed (to sleep in), a bathroom, a kitchen (to cook), PCs and PC accessories (to go online), various music-making machines, books (to read), clothes (to wear), and artist material (for the occasional creative spell). He also contains an inflatable double bed and 2 spare sleeping bags for when I have friends visiting from afar.
What he does not contain are proper chairs, a sofa, a table, a coffee machine, tea bags, or anything else typical of traditional hospitality. "Having people over" would be an awkward, uncomfortable, short affair. This is perfectly fine because I have absolutely no intention of "having people over" in the traditional sense. My flat reflects this. I love my flat.
I love Darryl too. I want to come see him one day.
Are those inflatable beds comfortable?
Posted by: jimmy on Sat February 19, 2005 at 7:16
They're ok.