I kept up my record of walking in at least once a week - I was tempted to get a bus back, as it was starting to rain, but I saw it passing and decided not to bother. It didn't really matter, as I caught it up down Yarm Road. It's a wonderful flavour of schadenfreude, to be ambling along with no particular urgency and still to be able to keep up with the traffic which is impatiently jerking its way down the road.
I nipped through the station to Victoria Road, which is the big advantage of walking - being able to take shortcuts and semi-secret routes not possible with any other form of transport. If I'd thought ahead, I could even have used the cut through St Paul's and the footbridge over the east coast main line.
I did feel a slight pang of jealousy as a new courier kid went blatting past the semi-stationary traffic. I knew I should have applied for that job.