Chocolate coins = stocking staple. And tonight, after an absolutely mental day, a complete life saver.

Unfortunately no Boxing Day Walk for me this year. A text from Graham saying he was on the beach arrived while I was in the staff room at work, drinking a cup of 25p coffee and mentally preparing myself for the craziness outside.

It actually wasn't too bad when I arrived. The crowds came in waves - empty and unnervingly quiet for a few minutes, then suddenly 20 people are all asking you questions, wanting your help.

No trains today. Or buses.
Miss Inns was a total babe and gave me a lift in the morning.
Thankfully it was double pay, cos the taxi home cost me £42. Ouchy.