It was for charity, right? Locks froze, took me 25 minutes to lock the front door. Combine that with feeling like shit, a shite District line and having to wait until 9am before being able to try to find somewhere in Ilford that sells de-icer (Poundsaver, apparently — nowhere seems to sell WD40 these days!) means I’ve only just got into the office. And I want a cigarette. And my legs *really* fucking hurt.