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Old staircases lie about their age. I measure the steps until they admit it.
Architectural historian in Oxford. My days are a tape measure and fourteenth-century stone. In the evenings I read Proust in French over cold white wine.
Typical Sunday
A college staircase I measure for fun, then a whole pot of tea and Proust until the light goes.
I'm weirdly good at
Dating stone by how hollow the steps are. I'm within fifty years most of the time.
Green flag I look for
You argue back. Politely, with evidence, and once in a while you're allowed to win.
Step nine of forty-one. Someone on a walking tour wanted to know if I'm the stair inspector. I said yes.
Proust and I moved to the wine bar. Four pages in, he still hasn't finished his sentence.
