Saturday afternoon was brilliant. After discussions with the agency about me having a adequate time off the family organised for me to have Saturday afternoon free. Once my dear lady got over the trauma of me having all that time out of the house the daughter dropped me off at the ferry and I enjoyed the experience of the famous sixties song Ferry 'Cross the Mersey.....they even played the song onboard. It took a whole 10 minutes to cross from the Birkenhead side to the Liverpool side. Access from one side to the other is usually via the underground tunnel, apparently the first tunnel under water to be built worldwide.
My afternoon in the city was hardly earthshattering but it was great to do normal things and enjoy just being part of the city life. I ended up in a Rockerfellas hamburger bar ....was very 50's Happy Days style. I kept wondering if the Fonz was going to pop out of the woodwork.
Saturday afternoon in Liverpool is not much different from any other city in that there are absolutely crowds of people everywhere. One would hardly think there was a recession on here with so many people in the shopping plaza but I suppose they could all be like me, only time to spend but not much else.
It has come to light that I am dealing with someone who has obsessive compulsive tendencies....I knew there was something wierd going on. It sort of helps to know there is a mental health issue and not just a personality clash. I am afraid I am too old to be told constantly when I am not doing something the 'right' way or I should be doing something other than what I am doing. The family seem to have complied with it all their lives and expect the us to do the same....all for the sake of peace! I am starting to see that my ego is about the size of a battle ship and will take some battering before I submit to such pedantic requests. What was the story of the little girl who when she was good she was really, really good, and when she was bad she was horrid......it is a bit like that but is actually quite sweet and lovely for a lot of the time.
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