Look, I’m a simple girl with simple needs. I don’t ask for much. A roof over my head that protects me from the elements. A room large enough that I can swing my legs over the right side of my bed without making contact with furniture or a wall. A shower head that emits water at a pressure which allows me to properly wash my thick, beautiful, mediterranean hair. But I draw the line at having to poo with an audience, like I would be forced to do in this cursed rental in North Adelaide because the bathroom is in the middle of the kitchen and has clear walls.