Trevor don't do steps

All he can do, day after day, is watch the trains come and go. To Liverpool, Manchester and beyond, places he can only dream of.

I was on the train due to the car brakes being repaired. All is good now and for a lot less than expected. That counts as a good day. I may even pick Trevor up and take him for a drive to hang his pointy little head out of the window.

I need a drink.