Surrounded by bare brick and bad flower painting, I’m blog deprived. Typing entries on the phone is a little slow going so this will have to be small. That’s in keeping with my surrounds. Everything is small around here. Well, to be more accurate low. The bed seems a long way down and worse, on wheels. After you’ve lowered yourself from great heights you get to skid across the room. The only available powerpoint is also ridiculously low leading me to sit on the floor to access it.
Of course, this is the moment Andrew chose to shift the bed slightly. I squealed ‘it’s like the garbage compactor in star wars. I’ll be crushed for sure. Shut it down R2!’
The fridge is also low. Andrew opens it. Stare. ‘Flip can you reach the milk?’
He follows this up with ‘this place would be great if you were vertically challenged. Only I’m not sure you’d fit 7 in here.’
Done with the dwarf jokes he decides to take a shower. Fantastic. I can jump on the laptop and edit the day’s photos in peace.
Next thing I know, I hear a voice from the bathroom.
‘I could pee faster than this shower and it would be hotter too.’
Ah, that’s my partner. He sure has a way with words.