The only way is up.....or not

We recently passed the three year anniversary of moving into this lovely apartment. Throughout this period I have enjoyed endured a love hate relationship with the lift/elevator. When we first moved in it was all sunshine and roses. At least one out of two of the lifts would be waiting at street level, desperate to take me to my floor. But as we have gotten to know each other and dare I say started to take each other for granted, the lifts have started to well and truly take the Michael. It started with them both hanging out on level 16 where no-one needed nor wanted them and when requested to return to street level they sluggishly complied, on their own terms, but now, it is worse. The up button is permanently on, which means the only way to open the lift is to press down. And then go down. And then once it has convinced itself that it is further away from your level, it will play ball.

Enough.