Mr Bleaney by Philip Larkin

Mr Bleaney is an interesting poem in that the free will of the persona is called into question. The previous owner, Br Bleaney, has moved out leaving only a few items behind. Nothing seems all that important to either Bleaney or the persona and there's a suggestion that they both live quite a bland and meaningless life.
Larkin says  "stub my fags on the same saucer-souvenir" which gives the impression that for both of them there was little to do in their free time than to sit around and smoke.
Larkin speculates that neither Bleaney nor the persona were particularly happy about living in this apartment. This is evident when the persona begins imagining Bleaney at home and "telling himself that this is home". This implies that it was not he did not like staying there and actually needed to convince himself that it wasn't really so bad.
The  apartment itself seems to contradict this.  A "thin and frayed" curtain, "no hook/Behind the door" and a "sixty-watt bulb" all suggest that to both Bleaney and the persona this apartment was little more than cheap living space and in no way anything that they could call 'home'.