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Tiago’s First Dad Injury (28th September 2020)

A cut on Tiago's back from scraping it on a chest of drawers
Tiago’s First Dad Injury (28th September 2020)

I didn’t bother writing a blog post on the day as I thought it had said everything that needed to be said.

I also planned to combine the image with our next family portrait, however I realised that it makes it annoying to post when I have two sets of hashtags so they are better off being separate.

Tiago’s cut is healing quite nicely now.

We haven’t gone to a restaurant since the miso incident – not because of that, but because of the pandemic.

For those not in the know, the Liverpool region (where we live) is now in tier 3 of a new 3-tier system. Tier 3 means very high alert and at the moment we are in the only area to have these restrictions

I’m sure it won’t be long until other areas join us, but this now means we can do even less than before. I have no interest in going to pubs or casinos, but we can no longer go to our swimming slot on Saturday.

It’s a shame as this was a nice family activity to do, and only three families are allowed in the pool area at once so it was pretty safe. I get it, but it’s annoying.

Anyways, I’ll keep this post short as we’re actually in the process of moving.

I’ll talk about this more in future posts, but in the last week we’ve decided to move to Birmingham to be closer to my/our family. We’ve given notice on our flat and we’re now in our last month, though we plan to be out of here as soon as possible.

Who knows how long this pandemic will go on for? I doubt things will improve much in Liverpool anytime soon, and we’re basically just paying a lot of money to feel stuck in our flat and away from family who are missing out on B growing up.

T mainly works from home these days and if he has to drive to up North here and there, then that’s better than being up North permanently.

It’s already starting to get quite cold up here, so it makes sense to go before winter really sets in and things feel even more miserable…

Liverpool, it’s been great to live in you. We never knew how long we were going to be here, and in the end it turned out to be less than 2 years. We’ve met some lovely people, ate some great food (Liverpool has really good restaurants), and had some nice walks.

Shame it had to end like this, but B will always be our little Scouser. I look forward to bringing her back when she’s older and showing her around the first place she lived.

Time to pack up the flat, and for new adventures!

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