And today we kick of Mrs Fogg’s birthday trip. Bags packed, car loaded, cat boarded and we is outta here.

Enroute to the airport via Chez Caddie and a light bite, chat and a wonderful early birthday prezzie, thank you Stu and Jen.

On my birthday venture into adulthood, Mrs Fogg forced me to wear an 8inch flashing badge with my age on it, ah revenge we love your cold servings. I have waited 3 years for this moment and guess who gotta wear this T-shirt for the entire journey. Good luck Mrs Fogg.