The Fogg’s go to the Boggs

Well top ‘o’ the mornin to ya, as they say in that there Ireland.

Yup Mr & Mrs Fogg (that’ll be me and the missus) have been over to see The Folks in the land of lucky charms, peat and all things alcoholic.

We flew out of Manchester on Saturday morning joining the massive queue of people leaving the UK over the Bank Holiday weekend. Cheapey tickets purchased online, hand baggage only, all capable of fitting into the overhead locker (or so we thought) until the madam behind the BMIBaby counter refused to let us, demanding £12 to check in a small handheld case (letter of complaint their way goeth, especially since the signs at the gate claim it is only £9 for a piece of luggage), so checked in (we tried with their online system, but their online system failed to recognise our booking, nice!). Then on to join the massive queue to get through passport checks, or commonly known as one foreign bird, looking at a passport and then needing to take a break every few minutes. Then through the security check where you are forced to remove every item of clothing and shoes, then forced to try and put everything back on whilst the queue gets longer. Oh the joys of British Airports.

An average flight of 45 minutes, brightened by me and Mrs Fogg enjoying a glass of poo! bought rather cheaply in the plane since the girl couldn’t add up (who needs CSE maths these days, well they do really).

On leaving the airport Mrs Fogg forgot where her dad would be meeting us so we spent a wee while walking around in circles, until we eventually found him.

All told a really nice relaxing weekend, plenty of the falling down water, seeing the The Folks pets, yes they have three pet chickens, all with their own names and characteristics (checkout the pictures and Mrs Foggs Dad being chased round the garden by the chickens).

Well little ole Mrs Fogg decided to put a head scarf on to keep the beating sunshine off her head (yes for once it was sunny in Ireland), unfortunately she had the scarf over her forehead, leaving a red face and white forehead (tee hee).

And now all of the America planning is sorted, the routes are chosen, the main accomodation booked and all four of us are raring to do that there US of A in October.

Anyhoo, let us know what’s happening to you guys.


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