And so to Salford

8.30 Saturday evening, sitting in the car on a sodden Salford Quayside, eating wonderful fish and chips peering through the rain-streaked windscreen and across the ship canal at the Theatre of Dreams. At that particular moment, I wouldn't have been anywhere else in the world, not because of the location but because of who was in the passenger seat for the first time in six months. I've missed her.

Lots.

We'll sort it out.