We all took the train to Liverpool today for the Anglican cathedral’s Narnia day. Entry was via a wardrobe naturally though there was a gap either side for the claustrophobic and those just a bit above that sort of nonsense. Inside, and we found plenty of characters to have your picture taken with and a vast array of Sticky tape-and-glue activities to build homemade things to add the vast pile of pre-manufactured stuff we already have at home. Father and daughter were able to support each other’s shaky courage and ascended to the top of Cair Paravel for the highest view in the city where we found an entire Brownie troop sitting against the wall having the highest picnic. I took a few photos with the camera dangling out of the viewing windows but managed to get over the irrational desire to throw the thing off. This is the hospital where both children were born.
I took this of the bells as we clung to the steps on the way down.
Downstairs mayhem seemed to have broken out as the sombre, gowned attendants had to cope with every organised group of children in the county and some unorganised ones as well. It was just a good job that the birds of prey in the (I want to say vestry but that would have been silly) Knave were sensible enough to keep perch-fast.
Lunch was an all-you-can-eat in Chinatown and was followed with a visit to Virgin Records to celebrate a modest (very modest if you must ask) financial advantage that seems to have been directed my way. (It appears that my recent reading has in some away affected my prose style in a manner destined forever to echo the legal communications between Miss Eyre and the uncle previously unknown to her.) I bought Through the Windowpane by Guillemots and The Best of Ian Dury if you are interested.
And that's the month. See you next year.
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