Last night, on leaving the office, (as opposed to driving to it) the road outside was blocked by a vast lorry.

Looking around a little there was a thin man with bad hair and teeth and a stripey jumper thrusting an envelope under the nose of anyone who’d listen.

I let myself be accosted. He was looking for an address.  When I saw that the ‘sender’ column was in Germany, I jokingly asked if he’d driven from there. He had!  So I switched to German.

It didn’t go quite as well as the last time I tried, or the time before but we did still manage to communicate.  He’d made it as far as Chesterfield with no map of England whatsoever, but once he’d got here he had no chance of finding the address he was looking for at all.

In the circs, I didn’t mind going back into the office and looking up the address for him.

He told me his next stop was Austria!