Some moments are like snowflakes, as a human they’re fleeting, they dissolve as quick as you can feel them. As a writer sometimes, my hands feel too clumsy, too warm to hold the beauty of them long enough to trace their outline into a story before they melt.

Walking onto a building site today I saw this little robin trapped, he was frantically flying into the large window at the front of the first floor of the building, trying to get out, trying to get back to the ‘big open’.

A story washed up this morning, a gift from the sea….

Buds and I walked up the garage tonight, it’s a bit of thing we do of an evening, we pick up some sweets and have a little bimble. The air smelt nice, everything is in bloom just now, there was a mild-cool breeze.

I’ve been thinking about Marvin tonight. On my way to the gym on Wednesday I was stopped at the traffic lights next to Billy the glazer’s van, so I put the window down to gab to him. And he asked me “Did you hear about Marvin?”

There’s this guy, I’ve seen him around Old Swan for perhaps approximately 25 years, he’s a great big, tall fella. When he was younger, he looked like a James Bond villain, he would seem to many a little surly, as he wasn’t the friendly type.

We went on a bike ride today, I thought we’d try somewhere different, so I picked Croxteth Park. I don’t know Crocky very well, I’m more au fait with Sefton, so it was a bit of an exploration for both of us.

I think it’s probably one of the most ‘Dad and Lad’ things you can do, taking your little boy to work. I had to go do a small job today so haggled with my youngest son Buddy. “Shall we go earn some money this morning and then go spend that money at the trampoline place?”.