Paddy's Wigwam!

The nickname of Liverpool's Catholic Cathedral.

We travelled to Liverpool to visit our son for the first time since he started uni a month ago. The cash machine had swallowed his debit card, and his new one had been sent to our house. He also needed new pans because he had already burnt two from the set he had.

On Friday, I asked him to text/email me with a list of groceries he needed. At 11:30pm on Saturday night the list arrived!!! So I spent the best part of the morning back in the supermarkets ticking off the items on his list, and adding a few luxuries, like Ben & Jerry's.

When we got to the halls I should have stayed outside! The kitchen in the house was full of beer cans, dirty pots and rubbish ... and at 1:pm none of the other lads were up. H used the loo, and said it was worse than a public toilet!

He seems untroubled by the mess. He said that the worst thing was that people put dirty pots in the sink, so he has to wash his own under running water rather than in the bowl.

We walked into the city centre, passing Paddy's Wigwam on the way. After lunch at Jamies Italian, we walked back to his house and said goodbye.

He did seem much more relaxed and mature, so being away is doing him a lot of good. I miss him, but it was definitely time for him to spread his wings.