AP's collection of saucy postcards is now so large, he has to eat, sleep and wash in the porch as all the other rooms are full of his catalogued and indexed cards.
The back bedroom has the hard-core stuff, but to be honest, AP hasn't been able to get up the stairs since 1987, so is a little hazy on the whererabouts of his valuable Berlin pre-war "Cabaret" set, that afforded him such pleasurable hours in his teenage years.