As a working Mum, sometimes I try a bit too hard to make up for not really having enough time to spend with Bea. Today I think I got it just right. Back in my home town it was time to share some of the experiences I had when I was growing up and Bea loved it.
We started off at St George's Hall for The Narnia Experience, a bit too heavy on the religious theme at the end but there was just enough magic in the journey for me to forgive that. From walking through the fur coats into the wardrobe, to being hypnotised by Mr Tumnus in front of his fire, Bea was enthralled and I was simply glad to be there to see how much she enjoyed it.
Next the Walker Art Gallery to look at Henry VIII, a painting many children in Liverpool will be very familiar with. We had to draw this on a school trip and my mate Paula remembered this when I mentioned where we were headed. These super colourful, non-pooping pigeons welcomed us on our way in and we played spot the pigeon as we wandered from exhibit to exhibit (if you haven't been, Peter's bottom courtesy of Hockney is particularly eye catching!).
Then a catch up with my two nieces, who are turning into the most beautiful young women, inside and out; we wandered through town, had lunch (of sorts), hot chocolate, a bit of shopping and then a trip on the Liverpool Eye (as Bea likes to call it). If only my sister had been able to take time off work to join us, maybe next time.
It was a truly special day. Family focused, time with Bea and ending with a glass of wine, a punnet of strawberries and Wild Arabia on TV. I miss home terribly, especially when I'm there, but I'm determined not to leave it so long until my next trip. Please Please Me. Yet again, you did.
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