That's sorted Burton then.
As he wandered back from the White Horse last night, singing a merry re-interpretation of "The Tailor's Britches", he was intercepted. Burton's ground-floor premises have many improvements on his old room - including the lack of stairs. But it includes all his old belongings - including his collection of 1930s timetables for the Number 14 Bus and his hideous collection of lycra cycling gear.
The new room is laid out as an exact replica of his old one. I'm hoping he's just going to accept the move as "one of those things", or ideally that he'll think he's always lived there, but has just been imagining the stairs. If not we've already boarded up his old doorway. However to assist him tonight should he wander upstairs, I've pinned a note to the wall where his door used to be.
It says:
"Not Burton's Room.
Definitely Not.
Burton's Room is on the Ground Floor.
The one with "Treasurer" on the door.
Remember?"
Foxes have holes and birds have nests. But Burton's going to have to learn to live downstairs.
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