My first room was big, in a house in the country. Animals were everywhere but no animals were ever allowed upstairs. Later, flat-sitting in London, in bed-sits in Cork and Dublin, and voyages far and abroad - mid an ambience of mushrooms on the ceiling of the shared toilet on the return of the stairs .. and the like - I lived the adventures of a renter. I’m lucky. I’ve always had some kind of roof over my head. I have a lovely dream that everyone can have a room. We all deserve a room.