Steps and Lifts

Last April I put a vito on lifts as I felt I was just being too lazy in using the lift to get up the three floors to my office rather than walking. Up until now I have only used a lift a handful of times (in any place), due to having very large or heavy things to carry or for instance, having foot pain due to my sesamoiditis. There were also a couple of instances in Italy in the summer when I was so knackered from cycling 30 miles that I couldn’t face the stairs!

Last week, the car park that the council provided to us got closed and we have been moved to a new one. We have to park on level 4 or above and the lifts don’t get turned on until 9.30. I counted this morning and it was 120 steps(ish) down to street level. Now the 69 up to my office don’t look half as bad. I was on the bus yesterday so haven’t tried walking up the stairs to the car yet but I think it might kill me! Level 4 is the LOWEST we can park on so the fact that I get to work early means that is where I am for now. Later in the day when I have been out to visits and come back I might be on floor 10,00000!!

I will let you know how I get on but the lift veto may have to change slightly. I will always walk down the stairs but I might not have time nor energy to get back up (as am normally in a rush when going out).

This is also going to be the end of me carting things like buggies around in my car (had to bring one in to work last week which I had picked up the day before). Ben and I had enough trouble carrying it down 4 small flights of stairs in the old car park, let alone trying getting it down 7-8 flights! How do people with young children (or, shock horror, the disabled) manage for god’s sake?

I’ll stop moaning now, have to go and learn my words for my choir audition workshop tonight (last minute as per ususal). When will I learn to prepare more?