@vonny,
Emily Bronte couldn't have put up with that for very long.
I only left for a period when I was recruited into H.M. Forces to help in getting the oil cheaply. Look what has happened since we allowed them to decide what to charge.
If there were not some buildings in the way I could see the house where I was born. Driving around within a few miles of here is a trip down memory lane. I often pass the disused and locked gatehouse of a country estate, where I lost my virginity to the sweetest little doxie there ever was in the front seat of a Standard Vanguard. A motor with a bench seat and the gear stick on the dash.
These bucket seat "improvements" are useless. You need to be a couple of contortionists to get it off in those sophisticated arrangements. And everybody knows what a killjoy bedrooms are unless a great deal of effort and expense is put into them.
People in the pub often jibe at me saying I would need a guide dog if I got five miles from here. It's an exaggeration of course but there's a kernal of truth in it as there is in every myth.