While I don't mind watching the odd game of rugby, it seems to have overtaken our lives recently. I'm planning meals around it, the boys are put to bed in between matches and anything that I need to discuss with my husband is done during those fleeting half-time minutes. On the up side, Wales are still battling on so I can't moan too much (come on, Wales!). Today, however, I managed to prise Paul from the sofa and coerce him in to the car for a day trip to Liverpool. I adore Liverpool. It's one of my favourite cities and the scene of many fun nights out which are now actually quite hazy in my mind (old age or too much wine, I can't be sure which). I take the boys in the week sometimes when it's quieter (the Tate is a favourite) but today we popped across the water as a family instead.