That reminded me of another thing about my old apartment. My unit was, apparently, the only one with access to the building’s attic. I learned about this one January morning when the maintenance people had to wake me (as a student a kept a later schedule than most) up so they could get up there to fix my next door neighbor’s heat.
I lived with my mom in a place like that in the 90s – a ranch home in America but that had the same color scheme.
It did, however, have a dishwasher, which my mom refused to use because she enjoyed doing the dishes and supposedly saving money. She used it as an additional bookshelf which struck me as unwise if it should ever leak or turn itself on, but thankfully it never did.
The worst part about the color scheme was that we also had wasps that would come in occasionally, and perfectly blend in with the mixed brown and orange carpet when they landed.