Nine Feet Underground

My last full day in Liverpool for a week. 😔 I've just had my haircut in a local barbershop and managed not to discuss football,  a narrow escape after last weekend's VAR controversy and the team I follow.  Instead, the barber chatted about Wroclaw, where he spends a lot of time and has a house. Last Saturday night, after the controversial result the taxi driver who took us home, was almost in tears.  I've certainly noticed the level of the River Mersey rise since last weekend. It's an open day at the university today, so Q is there representing on behalf of Education. Exciting times are ahead, potentially, as we have been booking a big house for Christmas with our collective set of children and maybe some partners.  Not only that, there are gigs booked and maybe a trip to Berlin in early December. Talking of music, there's so much I could share that I don't know where to begin...maybe I'll insert several tunes here, for a change. Cardiacs /  'Day Is Gon...

Not much to say about the start of Saturday, as it began in the usual way, for a lockdown Saturday. After shopping with son #1, the usual chores broken up by me phoning my mother-in-law as I'd not heard from her for a couple of weeks. I just wanted to make sure she was OK, given she lives on her own in the Wirral and is getting both old and dodgy on her feet.  She was there and OK and updated me on how she was doing and what the world looks like from up there.  I think I was on the phone for 40 minutes or so, including a brief moment or two while she spoke to her daughter. After that, son #2 made lunch and we sat together and ate before I started preparing to go for a walk. First, though, as the sun was going down and the temperature starting to drop, I brought the washing in. It's not dry, so some goes in the dryer and some gets hung out to air. I can delay walking no longer, otherwise I'll be returning in the dark, which I'd rather not. Back from walking and pleased t...