The only thing that really, really bothered me was that the apartment smelled horribly of cigarette smoke. Not fresh smoke, but that ingrained, stale, putrid smell that you get when a smoker lives in a small space and smokes there all the time. It was immediately noticeable upon opening the door, and while we both rapidly became accustomed to it, it really wasn't nice. Everytime we came back in it was like: BOOM! Cigarettes.

There was nothing that could be done about it, and we didn't bother asking Sheila, as it would have been pointless.

But when I left, upon returning home and opening my suitcase, everything absolutely REEKED of smoke. Clothes, books, toiletry bag. Everything.

It's a shame, as the place was good. Comfortable, good value, attached to house but completely self-contained. Television works well. But Sheila needs to forewarn that the place housed a smoker for ages.