Han Hirly Start

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I hate this T-Shirt

I hate this T-Shirt

5.30am up, Mrs Fogg with an unusually short shower of sub 45 mins (amazing I know), out and at the airport for 6.45.

We got a fast pass to avoid the long security queues, but after searching for 10 mins and following signs, it transpires that it doesn’t open until 7am ish!

Eventually through security Mrs Fogg has desperately been trying to cover her T-Shirt up especially because of the strategically placed 4 and 0.

Oh well sat in the Servisair lounge enjoying free tea, coffee and breaky. Next stop is the plane and then St.Lucia in about 8 hours.

Ahh hello hot, sunny weather.

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Wots Going On Ear

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Made it to London after a 2 hour delay, very tired and with another early start tomorrow.

Whilst hanging around in Manchester Airport, Mrs Foggy decided to try a demonstration of hair curling with “straighteners” from a woman that went on the training course a few days earlier. She definitely managed to curl a piece of hair, but neither her or her colleague (who by the looks of it was one of the original ensemble from MJs Thriller video) could get it to go straight. After 10 mins of trying, it was a new tact of stop trying and try selling the product on the merit that it has a dual plug for the UK and US, well that’s nice then. I did ask the assistant whether it was any good for female moustaches as I stared at her top lip intensly, I gotta have my fun.

As you can see 8 hours later Mrs Fogg is still trying to get it straight (her hair that is, not her moustache, which she doesn’t have, that comes in a few years, oh god dig a hole, stop now).

Eventually onto the plane and the explanation for the delay from El Capitan, we had two failed aircraft this morning and have been struggling to fulfil our flights all day. Ok, well that will be why you mentioned that when we checked in 7 hours ago! And this is the worlds favourite airline!

Leaving on a Jet Plane from here.

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Who Jinxed It Then?

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Ah Loverly, arrived at the airport with 3 hours to kill, had a glass of fizzy boobly and a pizza, then to hear the announcement that our flight to London is now delayed for an additional 1.5 hours.

Now I wouldn’t mind but Manchester Airport is small, dirty, has 1 pizza place (where we watched a waiter sweep food off te seats witha fork before puttin it back on the table), one motorway food dispensary, a small W H Smith and a small Boots. Not much to occupy you for 5 hours because someone forgot to put gas in the aircraft before leaving home and now they can’t get it back.

Next stop more alcohol.

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The BirthdayTrail

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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.

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The Big Four Oh No

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Yup Mr Foggy has hijacked Mrs Foggys mobile to post this pick of her holding the informative script presented by the The Folkies this week.

Mrs Foggy now has less than 7 days of sub 40 years left. So what better way to celebrate than sit sipping champoo and watching nightly sunsets.

So on the 10th July, stop and spare a thought for my old dear who is now reaching HadultHood.

Hippo Bathday Mrs Fogg.

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Oh What A Bootiful Mornin

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At 4.32am this morning Spike decided he wanted up and feeding because of the big ball in the sky! Thanks mate, so I got up and duly fed him, only to be advised by his pitiful stare that what I had offered him, didn’t cut the mustard and he wanted something different.

So who’s trained who in this scenario?

Still with a view like this across the graveyard and the fact we are holiday, makes you feel good to be awake, ah well sod this for a game of soldiers I’m off back to bed.

Best phrase I’ve heard all year, form an US colleague when asked how his day was going:

“I feel as tho I’ve been shot at and missed and shit at and hit”

Gotta love em.

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