The arriving in Liverpool

Well, who'd have thought it would have been exactly the same weather in Liverpool.

Good flight to Heathrow - arrived nearly 90 minutes ahead of schedule. Nightmarish crossing of the city on the tube - right in rush hour - and eventually made it to Euston.

Met up with Paul Bryers for a chat at Prime Burger, which despite the shiteness of its name, wasn't bad. Spent a couple of hours there and then had a pint... which helped me sleep most of the way back to Liverpool.

Always strange to be home, all the more so since Dad died.