On 3rd Sept 1985 my mum, her boyfriend Michael and my dad were in a pub, Canarvon Castle, in Liverpool. Michael left to have a haircut, leaving my parents to get drunk and eventually tell each other ‘I love you,’ and hold hands in St John’s Gardens. There was no kissing at this stage. My mum dumped Michael the next day and one of their friends stopped speaking to them for several years. Michael would go on to have children, older than me, and then die middle aged.