-
Halfway there already. New job has an excellent amount of sweets and biscuits constantly circulating and I haven't worked out the logistics of cycling in, leaving a suit there etc.
Unfortunately this means I'm constantly embiggening and I can't seem to find the wherewithal to start cycling 26mi each way in this dogshit weather or lengthening my commute by getting my Brompton's unusual noises sorted out and getting up even earlier to get off the train at Tottenham Hale instead of Liverpool St.
Basically I'm a fat, pathetic shame.
Enough Haribo to induce type 2 in under 24 hours?