I’m a simple man. And I’ll tell you when I realised this: About a year ago I moved into a small (like 35 sq metres small) flat in South West London. Perfectly proportioned — but totally unfit for any over the height of 6 foot or larger than the average sized Homo Sapien. But the place houses my good self, my old pal from school and his hound — a charismatic, loving, energetic, and at times smelly black spaniel called ‘Ledley’ (dog lovers don’t worry — he has access to the park, just opposite). Beyond the obvious restrictions on social activities and having ‘your own space’ I had to come to terms with sleeping in a single bed. Now at 27 this is a problem (you can just imagine the conversations I have had to have). All I can say is that my current partner is extremely understanding. A great women. The bedroom would physically fit a double bed, and it has done in the past, but having one in there, there would be no space left to pass on either flank. Consequently, it meant I had to do a ‘burpee’ (a full body exercise used in strength training and as an aerobic exercise popularized when the United States Armed Services who adopted it as a way to assess the fitness level of recruits when the US entered World War II ) at 2.15am to get to the toilet. So ultimately, it had to be a single.