Food porn.

#1S drove me to Sheffield station this morning and installed me on the train, lifting up my bag into the overhead rack. #1D met me at the other end to reverse the process, getting access to the platform without a ticket by saying she was meeting her disabled mum - wearing the sling made that more credible, though I don't see myself as disabled, just challenged in the arm department. I must say I was unimpressed by the Liverpool weather. A nice meal with #1D in Zizzi helped. Later on people were going bonkers over some little Liverpool - Barcelona match.