In the little tiny lift

After a long bike ride around London, we made our way back to the little flat in Chalk Farm and prepared for the obligatory trek up six flights of stairs, bike over shoulder, exhausted by the top step.

Only this time was different. 

The lovely Ms Cooper was so svelte she actually managed to squeeze in the tiniest lift in the world. I crouched down by the front wheel (just about room for two) and there we sailed up the six flights together in style.

Arriving at the top without a hair out of place, we waited as Letad huffed and puffed his way up the stairs.

Bike riding has been revolutionized!