Off to join that there Folks in Carcasonne in the land of all things ooh la la with the Mrs.

After a tough few weeks (I have managed to paint the hallway, cloak room and get rid of the hideous lurid yellow in the kitchen), now it’s time for a break before starting my next role on Tuesday.

So enjoying our microwaved food in a well known eatery that plays 50s music at the airport. The waitress says “have a nice holiday” to which Mrs Fogg adds “how does she know we are going on holiday”, as the penny suddenly drops, from a great height. Ah have you met my blonde wife?