…but while we are not giving up totally on George – we would, of course!, be delighted if he strolled back into our lives – we are agreeing that it is likely we have lost him. We still go onto the balcony and call his name, we still walk around the village around 7.30 in the evening calling him, we still watch out for him as we drive round. But we are not really expecting to see him any longer. I hope he has been taken in by someone who thought he was lost and abandoned, and who will love him. I will think that he has been. It is more pleasant than many alternatives…
So, let’s get on with the rest of life.
While I was in the UK, it was my niece’s wedding. I hadn’t met her intended, but he seems like a fun young man.
and on their wedding day.
It was a very quiet affair – just them, 4 guests and the registrar – but Rose’s side of the family all joined up for coffee afterwards.I think Dave’s family situation is a little complicated, so they didn’t attend, save for his mum and dad.
- Go to Croxteth Country Park with mum
Here are some of the flowers in the walled garden.
And mum couldn’t resist doing a bit of weeding!
2) Meet up with my friend David, from summer school last year.
We met in Southport, where we talked about books, popped into Primark, walked up Lord Street, ate fish-and-chips at The Swan chippy (lovely!)
3) Go to a performance of “RIP Mr Shakespeare” in St. George’s Hall. It was billed as a comedic look at Shakespeare plays, “with a nod to Horrible Histories and The Reduced Shakespeare Compay” It was okay, but certainly not as good as either of the things it was supposedly nodding at… It felt remarkedly am-dram, with too much focus on funny accents and not enough on projection or audibility. Still, it passed an evening, and it was good to get out.
The setting was magnificent though, in The Concert Room at St George’s Hall…
I do love Liverpool. Here is a sculpture “The Spirit of Liverpool” just outside Central Station
Next time, I’ll tell you what we did when Mum came here…
Here’s a photo to show you what a bad food blogger I am.
This is where my fish-and-chips were before the waitress took my empty plate away and I said “Oh! I meant to take a photo of my meal!!!”
A big piece of haddock, chips, mushy peas and lashings of tartare sauce. With a bottle of locally brewed beer. It was delicious!
Here’s somebody on Trip Advisor who is better at remembering than me!