With my mind full of other important pre-occupations, I’ve never got round to working out the correct button to press on the outside of the lift. Inside the lift, of course, I’m as smart as Ozymandias and it’s simply a matter of pushing the number button of the floor I want to reach. This will take me to my destination. Like a bird learning to fly, a child learning to walk, a Queen-side castle, the first process of lift ascending is the hardest. Continue reading “A Day in the Lift”
Boadicea's Chariot 