Only 8 days left and stacks of work to get sorted before our Route 66 trip. Mrs Fogg is winging it this time with next to no accommodation booked and naff all planning done (this will be an experience).

Between the two of us I’m sure we’ll sort it. A chance to chill and see the open road, alternatively we could end up at the Bates motel, with us covered in dead flies and soaked to the skin, just dreaming of warm clothes and a comfy bed.

Now if that hasn’t put Mrs Fogg off, I don’t know what will, maybe a CB Radio and a handle of Candy Cane, oops.