A good place where I lived for some time was my suite at the University of Cambridge. You walked through double doors into my study cum sitting room with generous bookcases and desk, and a fireplace in one corner. After a lunchtime craft fair one day I set my new pottery treasures on the mantelpiece. From its old diamond-paned windows you could see King's College Chapel. The next room was a bedroom with my little bed and sink and closet. (Bathing was done down the hall off of the kitchen, which of course was well equipped for making tea.)