Judging by the noise echoing down through my walls, it sounds like somebody’s decided to tear down half my building. The half that has the stairwell, too. I hope somebody remembered that I’m still inside and the water and power are still on.
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There’s the title of your autobiography – Nail House Life. And because you have no stairs, you’ll be nicknamed Chris the Stylite. In local legend, there will be stories about you and the endless supply of beer that you seem to have (though actually delivered by Mr Chen from the off licence).
Actually, there are already stories about my endless supply of beer. And it seems they’ve stopped at the fourth floor, for now, leaving me with stairs. Of course, they’re probably just on their lunch break.