Feeling elfy? There's a distinct possibility I was late for this run. My fellow elfs had let me down - one of them was working night shifts in a restaurant, serving hot cocoa and candy canes to the disreputable of Streatham, and the other had spent three weeks collecting as many minor ailments as they could to get out of the run. Their latest excuse? Tinsillitis. So, when I woke late enough that only Rudolph could get me to Wimbledon in time, it was tempting to do a cinn