Well that was, I suppose, a success. Six hours of catch up with my Dad. No recriminations. And another opportunity to flaunt my disabled badge to avoid street parking costs.
Chris turned up in Southport on a delayed train from Liverpool and he successfully drove us the that huge match at AFC Fylde. A rare occasion where you could legally drink alcohol within site of a football pitch during a match. Although my exposure to goalless draws this season is getting ridiculous!
As expected, access to my hotel approaching from Liverpool was utterly bonkers and my sat nav took me on a ten mile detour to get here. Should have paid that credit card fee.
“We Only Sacrifice the Future, It’s the Bitterness That Lasts”