I am planning a weekend trip to Liverpool in the coming weeks. Just a little weekend away for a group traveling from various lands .

Sadly, due to unforeseen circumstances, some of the group cannot now make it.

Being an independent man of the millennium, with flights and accommodation already booked, I have no issue with going on my own. It’s a city I have never been to and a weekend on my own is no ordeal. Having long been a person who talks out loud to myself (not in public if I can help it mind) I can keep myself entertained.

Last evening I was out for a Friday beverage with some friends. In attendance was a charming young person. Theoretically I am old enough to be her father.

I was explaining to the group about my intention to travel solo to Liverpool.

The young woman turned to me and said:

‘Oh it’s a pity if your friends can’t make it. On the other hand it’s sort of a relief. I thought it was only my generation where people changed plans. I guess it happens among the older generations too.’

I almost splurted by Guinness, but thankfully I kept my composure, and moved the conversation swiftly along.

That is all.