Saturday, 12 June 2010
A place of my own
Now that the Banbury Man (who will always be the Banbury Man) has become The Finchley Fellow, I am experiencing some new things. I have lived in about ten places throughout my life, and I have always shared with family, flat-mates, house-mates, or neighbours in university accommodation. I have never had a place that only I live in, where only I have the key. I can sit on a comfortable chair and read, or watch television without checking with someone else. I can wander out of the bathroom in a state of undress to find some clothes, without worrying that someone will come in and see me. I can go to bed and leave the washing up until the morning without annoying someone, or causing an inconvenience. There are no women around to leave the toilet seat down (a most annoying habit, ladies!); I can shower when I like, even in the middle of the night. I can invite friends by without checking if it is alright, without worrying that we are making a noise. This is a new experience for me. I like it. In my late thirties, it is about time.