Welcome to me humble abode. There are plentiful awful jumpers, second hand jeans, and lots of baked goods. Books too. A few odd posters. Radio permanently on to cut the silence. I don't think I'm cut out for living alone, which is really rather odd, because like any slightly arty person, you pretentiously believe that you are 'odd' and 'introverted' and enjoy your own company. Until you have to enjoy your own company for a few months.
My pet spider. Apologies to arachnophobes.