I have a history of crappy houses. Being a student, and just generally of student age will kind of do that to you, unless you managed to find a palace for £200 a month, bills included on your first try, in which case you're a jammy git and I'm not bitter but we should totally meet up for a chat. Don't tell anyone where you're going though. It'll ruin the surprise.
Anyway, in one of these beggar shacks where I once lived, my window faced the sunrise. And that's lovely if you're the kind of person who adores the sunshine and rises with the dawn to go frolic in the sun with birds tweeting about your shoulders like you were the illegitimate lovechild of Dr. Doolittle and a Disney princess. But for someone who works in a bar, and so gets to bed at about 15 minutes before dawn, that's kind of a kicker. Especially when the hovel you've wound up renting has windows that are thinner than some molecules I've met.
That's where Apollo Blinds came flying in, hands atop its hips like some kind of domestic superhero. Student-affordable, thick curtains were bought and relished and are now, three houses later, still with me. Sure, they may not match the decor, but they served me well and I don't think I have it in me to ever bin them. read more