Not having the car, and needing to pick up the phone that Orange insist I get with my new contact, even though I’m never going to use it (unless something really horrible happens to my N95), I went for a walk today to the parcel depot.

It’s one of the many I’ve been to over the last few years; up near the John Charles Centre for Sport and, co-incidentally, around the corner from 168 (City of Leeds) Squadron.

By my watch, it took me less time to get there than it does to drive to Huddersfield. Bizzare.