TPR and I moved into KS’s house in Bristol. Our sleeping accommodation was on one floor, KS and HT had theirs below us, and the huge shared kitchen was in the basement. We were on our own for the first couple of weeks while KS was away on tour with the Scottish Falsetto Sock Puppet Theatre.
When KS came back he was appalled that we had occupied just one end of the kitchen. Why had we not used the sink in the far corner? I protested that the sink by the window was much better positioned for washing up due to its location next to the window that looked out on to the garden.
KS explained that although the kitchen was shared, we were meant to keep to our allocated spaces. As his lodgers, our place was the dingy corner at the back of the room.