Sefton Park

Errands to buy shoes, eat a ham and cheese (or is it the other way around) toastie, take crap to the tip.

And then a walk around the lake with a good mate accompanied by a cup of Bovril. It’s the only place I drink Bovril - I’m not really sure what it is about the lake and Bovril, but there we are.

I count myself extremely fortunate to be able to surround myself with a loving and supportive network. Cryptic, I know. You’ll just have to speculate. Suffice to say, I’m in a way much better place than I was this time last week.