Here’s a bizarre one to get things kicked off again….

I was in a lift in a department store, I had pressed the button for floor whatever (probably shoes) and was joined by a rather handsome chap who pressed the button for floor something else…. in the shop in Sheffield and floor another thing in the shop in York. At which point I panicked…its ok to flirt with a guy in a lift that stays in the shop you caught it in, but not when it might end up miles away and then you have to explain why you’re so late home etc etc.

But thats a pretty cool idea, you go up to the desk and say ‘Do you have this dress in a size 10?’ and they say ‘No, but I can ring our other store in London’ and you’re about to go ‘oh no really there’s no point’ when the clerk adds ‘Its ok you can take the lift’.

I dream about lifts a lot, possibly becuase I am dreadfully afraid of heights and I’m scared of getting trapped in them, or the lift chain breaking….