With no idea of how far up flat 159 would be, I pressed the button for the top floor and waited. It took a few moments for the lift to creak into life, and when it did there was a horrible crunching of gears before it juddered asthmatically upwards. I’d never been more grateful to live in a bungalow.
aligeorge
Write silly stories, work in communications, draw occasional comics.
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