If these walls could talk...

I decided that it is the flat stairs that are the only "inhabitants" of our block that know all the inhabitants. I don't know anything about my neighbours aside from the odd thing. The girls of 3f1 like to play Glee music really loud [something I very much ok with]. The lady who lives across the hall has a compulsive need to post notices on the walls and through our doors about rubbish, noise and cigarette butts in the garden. The boys who live on the top floor don't seem to have "inside voices" whilst going up to their flat. The woman who lives on the first floor [the probable culprit of the fag-ends] doesn't seem to be able to go more than two centimetres out of the door to light up the next one.

But the stairs?

They see everything. I know that if I have had a bad day, I can walk up the stairs and show it on my face, before entering into 2f1 and pasting on a smile. Conversely, if me and my friends are heading out for the night, the spirals shine with the light from our smiles! They see us at our best, and also at our worst.

I finished my exams today, but the terrible situation in Japan and some devastating news closer to home puts my slight joy in perspective. Count your blessings.