On the way to Central Station

... playing with the Slow Shutter App.

A good journey back to Leeds and then a taxi ride to my sons house where I'd left my car.  Totally the wrong time to be driving back through Leeds to home, so I chose to go along to the football practice with my son and grandson.  Maybe fortuitous as Bobby wasn't well and I was able to walk back home with him while his dad carried on with the training session.  It seemed like a cold and he took some Nurofen and had a sleep when we got back, which left me making attempts to sort out the kitchen and the remains of breakfast.  Jay did cook when he got back so I stayed for some food and then had a pretty good drive back out of the city.  All I wanted when I got home was my bed, so I'd better get on with holiday follow up jobs now.