It’s beginning to get dark and the queue for the lift is mercifully short.
“A few more minutes and we’d be packing up for the night,” says the lady running the lift.
“Sorry about that,” replies mum. “We just got a bit stuck on a steep section.”
The lady gives you a sympathetic look. You’re glad mum didn’t say the real reason why. Taking a seat on the lift as it sweeps under you, you’re surprised nothing squelches as you sit on your wet bum. It feels a little bit colder than last time, but not unbearably so. It’s just you and mum on the lift.
“You know, I had an accident when I was older than you,” says mum.