our house
We live in a small three-stories house. Maybe it sounds a bit snobby, but it is small indeed. It’s a very beautiful house, with lots of advantages. And disadvantages as well.
It goes like that. You enter through the lower door right in the kitchen (I would prefer to have a separate entrance, and a clean kitchen without dirty shoes and wet umbrellas etc.). In the end of the kitchen there is a bathroom. I don’t like to call it “bathroom” because there is no bathtube in it. On top of it there are stairs to the next floor, which can hardly be called “a room”, because there are no doors in it. Only a fireplace and a window.
Next floor consists of three rooms: bedroom, my room and bathroom. Yet again, there is no proper bathtube there, just a sitting one. Not my size one.
Next floor is connected with the rest of the house with metal screw-like stairs, yet again, not my size. There’s another tiny room right under the roof, that belongs to B. One side of it is supposed to be a storage place, so it is full of empty boxes kept in case if one day we need to store something. There’s another door there, that gets to the same street as the kitchen door, the street of Saint Augustine.
