Timings marred only slightly by Mrs Fogg faffing as women do and having to put a HMRC cheque in the bank (yes I am one of the lucky ones). Now Mrs Fogg has warned me to put out a whinge alert before I start, so here goes, Grumpy Gus rant time (you have been warned).

I got a lovely cheque from Mr Tax Man with a note that stated the details of how we arrived at this figure will be sent under separate cover (efficient use of money there). Well I was quite surprised (err not really), to see the cheque didn’t match the details, so a 45 min wait on the phone ensued (listening a constant reminder that all of my questions can be answered online, I bet not). Eventually through to a Hooman (loose term). “hi sir how can I help”, well it’s about, “let me guess you have a refund cheque”, yup. “and the figures don’t match”, yup, “well you’ll be about the 100th person I have spoken to today”, ok, “the problem is we are sending out information, but leaving some off”, well that’s not very good, “I know, but at least you could tell the difference between a refund and a demand, unlike the 99 others I have spoken to”. Happy then. Cheque duly banked and then I get my payslip which shows a refund from the nice taxman for approximately the same amount. Great so I have gone from being owed money by the tax man to owing money within seconds, oh well.

So whinge over (it was a mini one), we made it to the CaddyFrogs late, to see a fantastic brekky spread (youse guys). Farewells said it was off to the airport, no traffic, empty car park and empty terminal, wow.

Next stop that there Nodnol (Red Dward fans should be able to work that one out), to chill before the 27 hour mammoth flight, are we looking forward to that, Nooooooo.