This time two years ago, I was doing almost exactly what I’m doing now.  My car got locked in again, I’m behind on printing target mail, so I’m still in the office at nearly 4am.

Most nights when I park in the bingo, I set the alarm on my phone to remind me at 10pm that I need to move my car to avoid getting locked in. This evening when my phone buzzed, there were so many people around me talking that I pressed ignore, and hey presto, a few hours later, I’m locked in.

There are plenty of people in Chesterfield who have offered a bed for the night  in such circs but for no real reason I can justify to myself, I am reluctant to take them up on the offer.

And anyway, the letters still need to be printed.