'What I need is not a room, but a bed of my own, without husband, children, Beatrix Potter, Pingu; outwith the noise of my housemates' trumpet practice.'

What I need is not a room, but a bed of my own, without husband, children, Beatrix Potter, Pingu; outwith the noise of my housemates' trumpet practice, violin scales, kitchen songs. When he wanted to meditate, St Cuthbert retreated to a cell...