It didn't matter whether we had a whole council flat, a bedsit or a single room: all our lives and activity took place within the two square metres' warmth of that heater.
We might be in a bedsit at university or wandering the streets of the city at night on our own—when it occurs to us, with full force, how negligible a thing we are in the wider scheme.
And actually it was when I was on the old parks department and there was a big sort of ledge that was open, so it was an old sash window, you pushed it up and it was a tiny bedsit.