when you're awake at 5.30, it can do odd things to the brain.

the empty carriage suddenly looked like it was full of mickey mouse ears ...

alllllll the way to manchester

a day spent talking about football (go on, ask me anything ... )

then

alllllll the way home

but to be met at the station by a large hug and strong hand to carry a heavy bag towards a cold glass of wine, who can complain?