My very own fire engine

Being rescued from a lift by a hunky fireman has never been on my bucket list, but I achieved it this morning anyway. I shop for an elderly gentleman once a week and he lives on the second floor of a sheltered housing complex, so I always take the shopping up in the lift. This morning it got stuck . . . I was in there for an hour and a half before the fire brigade managed to wind the lift down and jemmy open the doors. Thankfully I don't suffer from claustrophobia or panic attacks, so I'm none the worse apart from a slight headache. I'll use the stairs in future!