After spending much of the day bashing my head against some solid brickwork, I found a grappling iron, and made a late dash to 440. Which puts me at a total of (drum roll) 10,149!

No doubt the lady considered her performance, as she sank onto a conveniently placed sofa, quite the equal of Mrs Siddons’ Desdemona, but her audience was inescapably reminded of Mr Punch’s mistress – not merely for her most ungenteel screech, but also for the scrumpled state of all her muslin flounces.