Today's Christmas Message Is.......

.....we tried to deliver your parcel, but you weren't in....

Whilst Rebecca waited in for a parcel to be delivered, I gave Ben a lift to the Sorting Office to collect another. Both parcels were from that mail order firm.

By the way, have you ever wondered why the founders of that firm decided to name their new venture in honour of a race of warrior women. Women who may, or may not, have killed any man unfortunate enough to couple with them. Women who may, or may not, have also killed any male progeny resulting from the aforesaid couplings. And also who may, or may not, have voluntarily dispensed with their right breasts, to make said killing more efficient. Or is it just me wondering......

Anyhoo, back to the day. The Sorting Office is situated on the edge of a god-foresaken industrial park, right next to the main road north out of Leeds. Right next to, but not connected to! No, you have to go round the one way system, through a maze of side streets and park wherever you can. Aaargh!!!

The good news is, Ben got his parcel, we had a good opportunity to catch up, and this grim skyline caught my eye. May try processing it in black and white to make it even grimmer. If I do, I'll put it up on Flickr.

See those cranes in the background. That's Leeds new stadium, that is. Can't wait!!