Meet the lift. It is the door on the left of the photo which is closed. A lift can be an important transport method, especially if you tend to fall down stairs, lose your balance, and have an underground car park, which applies to me. We live on the ground floor, but we have a cellar, a hobby room and a laundry room all down below. I am dependent on the lift as stair walking is neither a hobby or a must when I can avoid it.

It came to pass that I had another memorable, not-to-be-forgotten fall and broke  my femur which is a very long bone, in the left leg. With the modern mechanics of surgery, steel and a drill, it was all pieced together. The result was great according to the surgeon, who probably nailed this operation as success of the day. I am still thinking about it, especially after seeing the colourful landscape which has now appeared on the skin of the leg and acquiring a new addition to my already funny walk.

And so the sixth day arrived when the gods in white decided to send me home. Many things happened on this day. It was the day when the lift broke down. Not just broke down, but refused to be repaired without an essential part which no-one seemed to have. Mr. Swiss picked me up from the hospital and brought me home but instead of driving into the garage, he parked outside, deposited my newly bought walker (in a nice shiny violet colour) and said I would have to walk the path  until our front door instead of just a quick trip to the garage where I could afterwards ascend to my apartment in the lift.

This lift has served its purpose for 20 years and on this day in 2018 AD it died. Of course the repairmen were desolate after Mr. Swiss explained my predicament and so I was forced to walk with my walker to my home. I met a neighbour on the way which broke up the monotony of the walk.

Today I was settling into my after lunch golden oldie sleep when there was a ring at the door. It was not the postman, because he only rings twice. Mr. Swiss found the lift repairman who informed him that the lift was working again, full of apologies for the delay. I am overjoyed I can now travel, go places and see things, armed with a walker and a broken leg. It seems there was a delay in repair as our building management did not give precise instructions that this expensive part of the lift can be inserted.

We put men on the moon, but repairing lifts is a puzzle.

Daily Prompt: Mend it if it is broken