Slightly off topic but thought I’d share with you...

So the other day my husband brought me home from London after a fabulous visit with my son and grandson. We got home, parked the car, walked to the lift, got in, pressed the button for the 5th floor, got to halfway between the 1st and 2nd floors and the lift stopped! One of my biggest fears was realized!!! 😦😡😬

Anyone who knows me well knows i hate enclosed spaces but luckily hubby was with me so I was able to cope fairly well. We immediately pressed the emergency button only to be told it would be an hour before they could reach us and were advised to call the Fire Brigade instead. They don’t do that themselves apparently. What if you had no phone with you or no signal??

It was quite hot inside the small lift due to all the hot weather we’ve had recently but the Fire Brigade ensured us they would be there very shortly. We were very lucky that someone was on duty as most of the firefighters have been fighting those terrible fires on the moors that we have had lately. They arrived promptly as promised (even with the big red truck πŸ˜€) but were unable to get thru the front door of the building as there are no codes. We explained that they would need to keep pressing the buttons for each apartment until someone let them in.

They managed to get in quickly and we could hear them talking and fiddling with the lift controls. I heard them mention that there were no clear instructions on the lift to help them out with what to do. 😡 They managed to open the doors so that they could look up to us thru about an 18” gap to see us and talk to us and to also let in some much needed fresh air. They made sure I was ok as they knew about my fear of enclosed spaces. They tried to reset the system in the hope the lift would work correctly again but to no avail.

Next came the exciting part. We had to sit down and put our legs thru the gap, lay down in the lift and then shift slightly forward whilst 3 lovely burly firemen helped to pull us out and let us down gently to the floor. MY HEROES!!!! πŸ˜€πŸ‘©β€πŸš’πŸ˜πŸ‘©β€πŸš’πŸ˜€

There is another lift in the building but that day we decided to climb 5 sets of stairs instead to get to our apartment lol. 

Well, it was certainly an eventful end to my trip to London anyway and I can laugh about it now but suffice to say, I wouldn’t ever want it to happen again with me in there on my own. 😡


POST NOTE: Hubby is complaining to the management company about the fact it was going to take them an hour to reach us, that they don’t call the fire brigade themselves, that the firemen have to rely on a tenant being able to let them in and that the lift had no clear instructions on how to fix it. What if, God forbid, there had been a fire!!!! 😡😬