grumpyf1

Every man needs their own space. Somewhere they feel at ease, safe and relaxed. Mine is in the box room next to the toilet. That probably explains a lot... Ever since I first moved out of my parents’ house I’ve had my ‘man cave’ – a place to escape from the troubles of the world, and sit in splendid isolation. Or listen to music very loudly. Or write. Or anything else that doesn’t involve other human beings. In my first house, it was an entire double bedroom. It has subsequently shrunk with every move, until now my ‘office’ is the box room created when indoor toilets were invented, and a moderate bedroom became a tiny bathroom and even smaller room that really shouldn’t be allowed to have the word ‘bed’ at the front, for fear of breaching the trades description act. The use of plasterboard so thin to create the dividing wall it’s a surprise light doesn’t pass through it, means the sound effects can be pretty alarming, but it is my inner sanctum, my fortress of solitude, and n...