I left Wrexham, John and Doreen drove me to Liverpool where more of my relatives live. Dil and Bob took care of me for the next four days and they were great. I took my pills, watched heaps of TV and I even made it to central Liverpool and saw The Beatles story, Liverpool Life museum, shops and the St Georges Hall. I wish I had taken more photos as I feel that Liverpool has got a bit of a reputation it doesn't deserve and the people are really nice.

I left Liverpool and planned to go to Manchester but in the end I just went to York. York is really pretty and everyone should go there. The York minster is the largest Cathedral north of the alps and it was really, really interesting. York has been inhabited by Romans, Vikings and Saxons and I saw examples of all of this around York. It was just beautiful and it was one of the first times it felt Christmassy. Me and an australian girl did our sightseeing together and we agreed it was like being in a christmas movie with carol singers and the salvation army brass band. Now I am back in London, it is cold and busy and the hostel is full. I walked down Oxford Street this morning and nothing opens till midday (except starbucks) and there were queues forming at 11am. In England there are Sunday trading laws which say that you can only trade for 6 hours on a Sunday, I thnk they picked the wrong 6. I am glad I can go back to the hostel and do my laundry to escape the crowds. Pills are finished and I am almost healthy, just the occasional headache and stuff now.