Via Romania or, more accurately, a Romanian living in London. I was away when the postman delivered it. He left a card saying it had been left at (insert scribble) and that was it. My regular postman couldn’t translate it, nor could the post office redirections office on the Mile End Road nor my local little post office on Wapping Lane.
Whilst I was out ‘working from home’ in my garage, a swarthy fellow asked if I lived there? Having ascertained that I did, he said he might have something for me in his garage and off he sauntered. He then returned, clutching Doc’s parcel. We then struck up a conversation, he about my motorbike, me about his, a Street Triple. I didn’t ask if, being Romanian, he’d stolen it.