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Jul. 23rd, 2010 07:13 amMy flat is held up by beams and (apparently) held together by multiplying cracks, and every one makes me sad that it will not bring a Doctor. Worrying, though; I thought my worries about the structural integrity were my usual world-ending paranoia, but when I moved in I could walk under the beam in the living room easily enough and now it smacks me in the middle of the forehead.
In some respects I am very grateful that I'm moving out...
In some respects I am very grateful that I'm moving out...