Liverpool

We set off on our adventure. Me max and Emma, on route to John Moore University. The journey went well (despite a brief Kitchen spat with Max and Emma) and we arrived at the Uni which is opposite Lime Street station. I almost committed homicide when Emma advised me to give up my legal parking space for one which in fact did not exist, as promised by some preppy type desperately organising the cars in a way the Americans would have called a 'Cluster Fuck'. This of course was beyond Emma's ability to understand as she does not drive.
Will not discuss the incident any further other than to say that I gave 'preppy' a run for his money, and the indifferent traffic warden who obviously got his jollies at seeing parents struggling to get there kids onto Campus with heavy luggage and a unsolicited cardio vascular workout; is in point of fact a Fat Bastard, correction a Fat 'Scouse' Bastard. That said, the people of Liverpool are clearly good people, the women have this thing for either waring their hair in a haystack fashion, or with rollers in public, and a over emphasis on blusher apparently.
Bought Emma a Kettle, food, the little things etc. Her rooms on the 9th floor have a stunning view of Liverpool and its mix of Architecture. Interestingly enough, I think the sixties look quite appealed in some ways. Home now, her room strangely quiet.. must get some sexy Au pair in to cheer Max up.