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My 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...

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I have epic cracks in my walls and no raggedy doctor either!