Before the re-org, the interior - starting from the front - was:
1. The living room, sporting: shelving for my 200+ library, the music centre, the CDs, DVDs and cassette tapes, a sturdy coal box, a Morso stove, a space that houses an (IKEA) easy-chair on one side and what looks like a comfortable sofa on the other, but which at night can turn into a double bed, followed by a sink (with cupboards below) and a fridge on one side and a gas stove (including an oven, food preparation table and cupboards below on the other.
2. What was originally a bedroom, with 2 bunk beds (one above the other) on one side and a wardrobe on the other.
3. The bathroom, which is armed with a bath-cum-shower, a small sink, lots of shelving for bathroomy things and a magic, gas-fired box that turns cold water into hot water.
(There is a central heating system, powered by the Morso stove that heats up these three spaces. I was 'warned' that this was not possible, but it was. The secret was to ensure that the proper gauge piping was used, that it went slightly up-hill all the way from the stove to the bathroom, and that the Morso was working well).
4. The engine room (including the tool depository).
5. The traditional back cabin that provides a cross-bed (that has to be set up each night), a side bed (that is a seat during the day and a bed for children at night) cupboards and a coal fired Epping stove that incorporates an oven and a hot plate for cooking. (It also has the cunning flap that was supposed to prevent a perverted father from interfering with his children at night).
Up until 2 or 3 weeks ago, Fanny-the-Woof and I slept in the back cabin. However, the Epping was playing up (and, indeed, was falling apart), so we abandoned the back cabin, and set up shop in the living room. I wish I had done this years ago, at least in the winter. The new regime gets me in and out of bed very much more quickly, and causes me to spend about a third less money on coal.
As some of you will know, for the past few years I have been paying infrequent but reglar visits to doctors who have been helping me deal with my short term forgetfulness and type 2 diabetes. I have now been warned that the former is getting worse, and will eventually be termed Dementia. I am, naturally, not too happy about this, but it is my intention to stay on 'ROSY' and to continue to go cruising, though restricting myself mainly to the Oxford Canal.
That's all for now. Toodle pip!! Bill