Stressed

Maybe it was the four and three quarter hours of sleep this morning. Or the way the lift stopped working - it happily came to my floor and let me get in, but after the doors shut and I pressed the G button, it simply sat there, docile yet immobile, and whatever I did, whichever buttons I pressed, it remained where it was.

Lifted Up

Today we received jolly good news. For the last three months of the year, our lift will be out of order.

Lucky Lift

The lift broke down again today. I think it must be an auspicious omen.

Getting a rise

The lift stopped working in our building this morning. It hasn't broken down since Christmas, so that's a pretty good period of reliability for it. It broke at the same time as the water supply for the building. So we couldn't use the lift or flush the toilet. Perhaps these two events aren't unrelated. But what kind of idiot installs a steam-powered lift?

Welcome home

The plane was early into Hong Kong last night; perhaps our captain had his foot on the loud pedal to get us home half an hour ahead of schedule so he could get back to Discovery Bay and 2.5 kids and a golden retriever. Feeling like we should carry on with this race home, we burned through 350 HKD taking a taxi home to chez Cushtie. And we were welcomed back to our apartment by ... the glorious sight of the out of order sign on the lift.

Trapped!!

After laughing at my intrepid removal men on Tuesday for being trapped in the lift, poetic justice caught up with me. Last night I got home to find the lift had broken down, so I had to walk 172 steps up to the front door of the apartment.  There had been two men working on the (intimidatingly old and worn-out looking) lift until late in the evening, so I assumed it would be working when I got in this morning.

Down the lift shuddered, to the first floor.  The doors came open, and I skipped down the stairs.  Only to see rain spraying in the back door, so I turned, and got right back in the lift, pressing the button to ascend.