Time to go home

My significant other on Cardiff station, hauling the luggage up the stairs to platform 2 to catch the 14.50 for Manchester Piccadilly. (We disembarked at Ludlow.) I did offer to help, but she insists I take it easy, and feels quite up to the job. Good on ya, madam.
We've had a lovely Friday to Monday in Cardiff, and happy to be home. (For the literary reference, Nancy Mitford hated the term 'weekend'.)
Backblips to appear in due course, but the news is rather distracting me...