Queen of the Castle

My new house on the hill has so much character.

Once you've hauled your way up the stairs and run the gauntlet between Amanda's half-finished pizza oven and her lettuce patch, simultaneously dodging the washing line strategically strung, like all self-concerning washing lines, at neck height, you arrive in the kitchen. The focus point of the kitchen and ablutions area is the glooping blubbing fish tank containing, other than the fish, a plastic Lady Penelope.
Past the downstairs bedrooms you have a choice.
To the left are the stairs down to the Orange Room and The Dungeon (yes, a dungeon, complete with plastic skeleton).
To the right is the living room with half the Salvation Army's supply of sofa's and shelving. No Wellington living room worth its salt, it appears, would forget a pair of binoculars to watch cruise ships and ferries, logging activity on Mt Victoria, and for people watching. We've got 2 pairs.
Up the stairs of death finally to the TV room (no sofas, just mattresses, cushions and fairy lights) and my room. I can't stand upright in my room. I have no door or bed, just a curtain and double mattress. It's right under the roof so when it rains or the wind picks up, I feel a bit like I'm in a fishing boat cabin. I've not got enough stuff to worry about lack of space, and there are fairy lights too.

I love it. I've got a Jo space that's all mine for the next 5 weeks!