I donโt know how she did it for all those years; there are a lot of stairs, even for me. Still, she loved that house and always said that sheโd never move. When Bert passed, we thought sheโd change her mind, but she was a stubborn wotsit.
She didnโt get many visitors over the last few years. Nobody could stomach the climb. Half her friends had plastic hips. The other half were using frames.
It was a ridiculous house, really. Who builds a bloody bungalow atop five flights of stairs?
Poor Ethel. May she finally rest her legs in peace.
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