An Attic Lift Is The Place To Be.

Shotgun Ma was on the phone.
"I thought it was time I picked up the phone," she said. "I can't talk to you. You tell everyone."
"It's off the record, mum," she said, and, like Modesty, she understood and went on to talk about life.
Julian had been looking at a website that would help lift up stuff from the floor to the attic. They meant in the garage, but Julian had a literal attic and a great deal of stuff. Boxes and boxes of all sorts of good stuff, and the lift might just be the ticket. It cost just under a thousand dollars, and you put your stuff on it and it hoisted it up to where you wanted it to go.
So, yes, she would install an attic in her house, she loved her attic. The question now was, would she install an attic lift.
The other alternative, of course, was to carry it all up the spiral staircase by hand, which is the way they had managed it so far. Mind you, a thousand dollars was a thousand dollars, and she had plans. Spain, Palma de Mallorca, Thailand, London, Grenock, Oxford and Paris, for starters.
She made her decision. As beautiful as the attic lift looked and sounded, it wasn't for her. She would do it the hard way.