Nanny Pots

It's been a while between blogs and I've gone round in circles about how to approach this. I thought about just not mentioning it, battling between 'staying professional' (whatever that means) and being honest. My time here in Slovakia has a had a giant hole in it and last week I had to leave my post here as Bridge Guard to fly home for my Nanny's funeral.

So this post is just for her, the funniest, most stubborn, contrary, generous, loveable pain in the backside you ever could meet. When I told her I was coming to Slovakia, she looked at me with 'that look' and turned me around to look at my back, she said, "what's at the back of ye!?" Another chinese whispers moment, it makes no sense whatsoever but we laughed for about 5 minutes. She never did know where I was going, just that I was going away again.


Nanny stuff...

Fish and Chips

TJ's, London Road, Liverpool

Aldi, didn't matter which one but mainly the one on County Rd, Liverpool

Nanny heaven (even though sometimes she swore to me she'd never even been!)

another favourite

London Road. Liverpool

Scouse