This will be my last night at the lair. It’s been my home for four years and I’ve enjoyed living here, but in the last six months it’s become increasingly difficult to manage the six flights of stairs because of my leg tics. Although I feel a tinge of sadness, I’m relieved that tonight’s climb up to my door will be the last in a while. All I have to do now is get safely down them tomorrow, and then its, ‘So long stairs.’