Back home now after a mammoth 11hour journey from the folks (3 hours to the ferry, 2 hours on the ferry standing of course, then a whopping 5 hours back in standing traffic). We spent the weekend chillaxin, eating (lamb joint on Friday, BBQ on Sat & Sun, yummy), drinking and getting a layin without little Spikey waking us.

It’s 2 years since we were over in Dat Der Oirland and it was a wonderful break finished off with an attempt at being a lumberjack shunting 10ft trees from the wood back to the Folkies.

It’s good to see that the Folks garden and home are now well established and looking fantastic.

Roll on our next trip which we intend will be later this year to celebrate Halloween Foggy style Woooooo.

The return journey from the Folks in Kilmovee was a straight forward one until you get to the oversubscribed ferry. Etiquette appears to be that you race to find a seat and don’t give it up no matter what.

The safety announcement tells you that in the event of an emergency you must return to your seat, but given they have 1500 people onboard they are only short by about 1000 or so seats, how’s that gonna work?

Oh well only another 3 hour drive at the other end. This is the grumpy monkey signing off for today.

The Folks and The Fogg’s took a trip up to Foxford Mill in err Foxford that there oiland yesterday for a gentle stroll out in Mrs Fogg’s Audi Turbo Nutter mobile.

When we arrived at the empty car park Mrs Fogg proceeded to park under a tree to which everyone in the car pointed out about tree sap and bird poop, so she moved the other side of the car park under the opposite side of the tree. After much moving, reversing, going forward, turning left and right after 5 failed attempts, this is the result!! (and just out of shot is Mrs Folk doubled up with tears of laughter)

And who says women can’t park

Well after moving rooms in the Hotel D’Shabby we had an uneventful evening (beside the elephant breakdancing in the room above and the woman throwing up outside the window during the night, smashing) and are now sat aboard the ferry to Oiland.

in 2 hours time we with arrive at Dun O Lurgy (think that’s what it’s called).

Beautiful sunny day and a hot mama at my side.

So that once funny comedian (well when he was on TisWas and OTT) advertises a chain of hotels and this isn’t one of them. These cheap hotels are supposed to be a bargain, really? So would Lenny stop here, I think not!!!!!

A collapsed bed, 3 pillows between 2 people, on a housing estate, no soap, one towel, no hot water and sticky stuff on all the surfaces. What a dive. Trip Advisor here we come.

The Folks in dat dare oiland also reckoned this newly built hotel was worth a visit, shame on you two.

Summer is officially here (ish), so heralded by the Foggys first BBQ of the year. It’s A beautiful sunny day so why not fry dead things outside, it is after all every mans right to make fire, UG!

Ah summer we love you, stay as long as you want.

And its only one week now till Mr Fink does his charity ride in a Hawaiian Shirt carrying a plastic heron. We hope you have been practicing!

We saw one of these badboys in town and just had to try it, fantastic, beer with tequila, wowzers!!!

In this day and age of technology the humble window cleaner still misses out. I’m sat here at the Trafford centre watching 2 guys clean every pane of glass with brushes. You are looking at in excess of 5000 panes of glass to clean by hand. When you finish you then go all the way back and start again.

No I am not joining that well known Midlands combo band, this is in reference to that once touted Unemployment Benefit form number 40.

You see I am now a member of the leisure brigade, after leaving my contract today. No I didn’t get bored, I am due to start at my new company on Tuesday, so I am between positions and enjoying a few quiet days before I start it all over again.