Was looking (5th day in a row) at flats on Wed. and found one that was acceptable (with some alterations). Spoke to the land lady on the phone and agreed to sign the lease on Friday. It was on the 6th floor. We left the apartment, got in the lift to come back down and after about one floor it stopped. Then it started. Then it stopped. Then the lights went off. Then it started again. Then it stopped suddenly and the roof fell down, then it started again and stopped. We could hear voices outside, so we knew we’d finally reached the bottom. Was totally freaked out though. Then it started moving again and crashed at the very bottom of the lift shaft. No nice bounce, it was concrete on concrete/metal. One of the lights fell off and smashed on the floor and the four of us were stuck inside this tiny lift. By now I was half crying, half hyperventilating. I just wanted to get out of it, but the doors wouldn’t open. We had to spend what seemed like an eternity waiting for them to prize the doors open.

So, wasn’t moving into that apartment.