Paul was first down this morning at 8:00 and we were told he wouldn’t be out of theatre till about 18:00. It was a very long 10 hours, but we were told we could go in and see him around half nine at night and that everything had gone well. Anyway the three of us, sorry four of us, Louise, Ewart, myself and Lily-Jane decided to stay in the Formula One, at Albert Dock in Liverpool, City Centre. Grand-dad got the bunk-bed much to the amazement of the baby in the double with me and Lou, she kept forgetting he was there.
