The lift's still not working, and even the one flight I have to go to the usable one is torture. Dunno which hurts more, going up or going down. I'm like poor Lula the ancient dog.
Dreamed about an old work friend who had turned into a sort of harpy. Apart from her bird legs, wings and human head, her whole body was covered in pubic hair. She kept swooping at me menacingly. Then a man I used to fancy turned up, dressed as a bumblebee.