Victorian end-terrace attic conversion: quite simply, it offered all I need, rubberwood-framed futon to boot (I pride myself on sleeping little. When needs must): a kitchenette — sink, small oven-cum-grill with two-plate hob (I eat little. When needs must); electric shower; toilet. Granted, the macerator’s roar I did find a tad inhibitive. But is this […]