Two weeks ago I made a highly overdue trip to Leeds to see some very important ladies in my life- my sister and two of my best mates from sixth form. Needless to say, I had a fantastic time. Leeds is just under an hour away from Manchester on the train so made a mad dash to the station to catch the 5.46 pm train to Leeds from work to get there at a decent time. T'was the best decision I could have ever made as it meant that I had enough energy to embark on the mahooosive hike to my sister's flat. I swear I probably lost a kilo or 3 in the process. I mean, I mostly walk everywhere- I can't drive nor can I be bothered to take the bus- but Manchester is pretty flat in comparison to Leeds. So, it was the close to 90 degree incline that almost all the roads in Leeds have that killed me, not the actual distance.