The muslin curtain blown by the breeze through the open bedroom window at Beaumont Avenue. To the left was a ‘vintage’ pink moulded plastic splash-back with chrome metal fixtures for two toothbrushes and his-n-hers water tumblers. It’s probably still there as the landlord moved back after we left, having been ousted from his role as director by a coup from Plymouth Art Centre, where he’d lived and worked.