except it wasnt the front-room , exactly , only like the front-room of her childhood playing on the street and door directly to the matted rugged smell of cooking from the stone wall white-washed country kitchen upstairs two bedrooms , one on the gallery landing for the parents and children and grandparents in the loft , an outside closet room to flush away into the ground with a zinc-metal bucket of water from the kitchen sink ... into the slurry sump she thought where you could hear it slurry all the way down ; and then to replace from the kitchen or outside tap pumped-up from the well refilling the bucket and the decorated fired china clay bowl for washing , ready for the next use .