Lifts

Is it just me who tries to close the doors really quickly so that the person one can hear coming can't get in? I found myself dancing a gleeful little dance in the lift yesterday lunchtime because I wasn't interrupted in my reveries by the presence of others. I am wondering what this says about me, and am concluding that it perhaps says nothing good. Ho hum.

Hubby has very kindly shown me the handily placed (and hitherto overlooked) link button at the top of the box into which I type. Cleverclogs! Unfortunately, I don't want to link to anything now, but at least I know that if I did, I could.  ¶ 8:32 AM