Who needs sleep?

The problem with being an early bird is that to still be out at 2am means that you’re basically comatose in a social setting and then wide awake at 6am wanting everyone to wake up for tea and more buttery toast. Eventually all surfaced for a breakfast of Cadbury’s Roses, toast and bacon crisps.

Liverpool was glorious this morning, perfectly autumnal with clear blue skies and a temperature drop to match. We did the only appropriate thing and had massive sausages for lunch at the Christmas Market.

It’s been an excellent weekend. Until the bit where there was an hour long bus replacement service from Crewe and a woman vomited several times, all over the floor, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

We’ve seen some sights this weekend.