All days are special, especially this one. So I decide I’ll walk around and photograph it, as I tend to do.

Friday 20th January, 2017. Yes, the day the world gets a chauvinist thug as President of the USA.

And deciding the day is too special and beautiful to spoil it with any more thoughts of him.













Be meeting a friend who used to live here later on.


John Lennon was born here too, back in 1940.





At this point my expected and welcome visitor arrives. We go for lunch over at The Pen Factory. And have a conversation so winding and interesting, about Coming Home and social enterprise generally, that I entirely forget I’m blogging the day and don’t take a photograph of him.

My visitor is Nick Temple, the Deputy Chief Executive of Social Enterprise UK. We’ve known each other through social media for years and it turns out Nick’s a reader of this blog too. But this is the first time we’ve actually met, and a great pleasure it is too.








At which point I realise I haven’t now got the time to walk to where I need to be next by the time I’m supposed to be there.



Open since September and one of my favourite cafés, Naked Lunch is a co-op run by its forty members, a good number of whom work in here too.

There’ll be Carol, who used to live in Myrtle Gardens and Miranda, who is one of the Coming Home advisory team. We’ve all known each other for over forty years since we worked together in the great Liverpool Housing Trust team of the mid-1970s.

Well Miranda’s is technically Sunday, but the celebrations start with coffee and cake this afternoon in Naked Lunch, who kindly take the photograph.
Happy Birthday to us.
A lovely day then and the first time I’ve worked on my birthday in my adult life. Though as you might have noticed, not much work got done.
A very Happy Birthday and good for you for not letting the ‘event’ in America spoil your day, will we see you on St George’s Plateau tomorrow? xx
Happy Birthday Ronnie!
My first daughter was born in Oxford Street Maternity Hospital. I still have a very vivid memory of being wheeled along corridors to the post-natal ward clutching her close and being terrified I was going to drop her! My second daughter was born in our bedroom in Elmswood Road. Home birth much more relaxed than hospital.
And a happy birthday to you!
Thanks Robert. Birthdays are a funny thing.