Thursday 12 . 11 . 2009 - Too Many Stairs
Mr Harry sighed loudly, causing an elderly lady to turn and stare at him, (for too long actually, like in that way that miserable old people do, when they can’t grasp the ‘youth of today’). That seems like far too many steps to climb, and far too many problems to deal with to get to the top of somehwere he was only ‘making do with’ in the first place
Maybe if he keeps looking he’ll find a better place, with just a few floors, or maybe better still, a lift. Or even a ground floor chalet, with butler service. You never know what’s around the corner.
“Right,” he thought, “keep my options wide open, that’s the plan”
And then he strolled off with his head held high. And the old woman… well she got hit by a bus
