Ensour
Ellen and Portia installed 18 bathrooms in their house so they didn’t have to have one.* Jenny Eclair dubbed it ‘the passion killer’. Yes, today’s post is about the ensuite bathroom.
Here’s mine. Aren’t I lucky to have one? Maybe not, and here’s why. If you live with someone you love right down to their assortment of adorable, quirky habits – off key singing (him), their insistence on starting a conversation from three rooms away (me) – the one time you don’t want any of that hoo ha anywhere near you is when you’re trying to read your book in bed. Or worse, when you’re trying to sleep in.
The morning cough, the sneeze fit, the sing n’ shave…name it. It’s as annoying as all hell when you’re in bed. I’m not even going to touch on the passion killer accusation from the mighty Eclair, but you can imagine.
A morning belt down a cold hall to a place far from other humans is sometimes better than convenience and that’s an interiors fact.
*There’s a chance this wasn’t the reason.
I think I’m just beginning to feel the stirrings of contentment about our lack of the great ES. Almost smug. 3 stairs to the landing bathroom for us…. no singing or other noises manage to float up to the bedrooms…. and to think I’ve hankered after an en suite all my life!
It was the talk of the morning cough wasn’t it?