Thanks to my fab sponsors. When I am about to puke and give up at the 80th (or perhaps the 8th!) floor, I will think of you forking over your hard earned cash and keep plugging away.

Given that my parents used to suggest going for a walk to shut me up cos I hated all physical activity except talking, this is possibly the most out-of-character thing I have ever done. However, having turned my back on my olympic-standard chip eating past, I have unleashed an inner mongrel and discovered I love a bit of a physical challenge. Climbing 88 flights of stairs should just about cover it. If you can, please sponsor me and help those whose daily challenges make our worries seem slightly more manageable than we think. That's all. Thanks lovelies! xxx