I drove to Formby to see an old school friend and we ended up at the Railway Pub doing a quiz, or should I say doing spectacularly badly at a quiz. A lovely evening though.

Then on Thursday Paula and I travelled up to Liverpool for their centre meeting and dinner. We managed, and we have no idea how, to book seats 10 & 11 in the same carriage, but they weren’t actually next to each other – which makes sense only if you understand the crackers that is how train seats are numbered.