Morning kiddies, as you can see today is Wednesday (phew so glad they change the carpet otherwise I would never know).

Well Mrs Fogg has another fun packed day planned for us, walking, history, all the stuff I truly love to do.

We are halfway through our week so we have some more things to do on our top 10 of Singapore (where Mrs Fogg is getting a wee bit annoyed with the locals, when she asks them a question, they turn and answer me as if she is invisible, I have to restrain her from nutting them).

We forgot to tell you all about the trip over from the airport, so Virgin had laid on a local pickup company holding up our name on an A4 piece of paper (so easy to read), along with another couple. We duly waited where our transport asked, as he waited for the second couple. Forty minutes later and one empty conveyor belt the transporter decided he had waited long enough so off we trundled to the hotel (about 30 minutes from the airport). Later that evening we had a call from our transporter with very poor Hengrish, telling us that apparently the other couple had waited 2 hours at the airport for him, then had to get their own taxi and he was “vely vely hangri” and was “hannoyed” at being stranded by wirgin horridays. Ok so what did this have to do with us? consider to get this far in the conversation took 20 minutes. So my friend can you call Meesta Martin in room 2010 an tell heem we waited for heem and did not just leave. Right so what purpose would that serve, imagine if I called your room to say “nah nah nah nah, we got picked up from the airport and you didn’t, ha ha”. I really didn’t fancy sitting on the phone listening to someone complain that the lift didn’t wait for them because they were slow. Not to be brutal about it but if you are expecting someone else you don’t just naff off cos you is bored waiting, maybe you put out a tannoy call or send another vehicle up later.

In a cruel moment as we were sat in the lobby drinking a cup of tea we did consider charging our drinks to Meesta Martin in room 2010 or even better ordering a bouquet of flowers, sending them to Meeses Martin and charging them to the room with a card that stated, “with love from your transport service”, however common sense prevailed and stopped Mrs Fogg from doing either.

Oh well.