The People's Republic of Liverpool

Cats were herded this morning, with the help of Betty and a few mugs of coffee and loaded into the car. Meeting up with AKHF and mv, and later more lovely friends, we made our way to the streets of the Mathew Street Festival. I loved Amsterdam, especialy when the Irishish rollocking tunes come out. Sound track.

We then retreated inside Piccolino for a very long and fabulous lunch, with boys being entertained / entertaining just out of my arms' length. Perfect, though maybe a chocolate mousse too far.

We came out to find it was all over, and the piles of rubbish were blowing away from the encroaching fleet of cleaning vehicles. This festival has really grown over the years. It's great fun, but the alcohol consumption seems a little too much of a focus for some. Not that our lunch was dry!

Sofa and blanket for python-like digestion........