The sound of hooves in the distance.

For the last two years I have desultorily asked for a key to my office, none has been forthcoming. So the inevitable has happened. The other night my laptop was stolen from inside a bag, inside a cupboard, inside my office in the Strasbourg Parliament building. The stinkers also took my duty free cigs.

Today, my intern in Brussels informs me that she has been locked out of my office there.

I still do not have a key for my Strasbourg office.