Well thanks to Jeep we got our free tickets to see the Stones and a free T-Shirt (eventually).

A glorious evening, considering we were stood for 6 hours in the warm weather, enjoying the show, Mrs Fogg strutting her funky stuff and enjoying a pint glass of prosecco (but not enjoying the drunks or chain smokers)

A really good night, let down by the local council who initially prevented the taxis from getting to the venue, meaning queueing for an hour and 20 minutes for a cab.

But now back in the hotel, ears ringing and feet pounding, snooze time for us.

Here we are in the stadium at the Ricoh Arena Coventry for the Stones No Filter tour. We’ve turned down an invite for Sir Mick to meet us and decided to slum it on the floor.

Wow, free tickets to see the Rolling Stones in Coventry. We are all scrubbed up and await our taxi.

Wild horses couldn’t keep me away……..tee hee

Satisfaction, or can we?

Look who’s got a bear behind

When it comes to the best, greatest and never will be beaten chocolate bar, only one will do

Yup Choc Trumps!

And it tastes disgusting.

And it’s taken 24 hours too.

The shabby looking garage and some of the fences have now been painted grey apparently.

Next task, 390 fence boards to paint, bang goes our Weekends

Well that’s it, Boston Bye Bye. Over the last few days I’ve been forced to walk approx 12 to 15km per day in the land of trains and cars.

And now back home for all the fun stuff, well until the next trip that is

2 of America’s major seats of learning MIT and Harvard surrounded by so many beggars and people sleeping rough. If you took away the sunny skies you could be forgiven for thinking you were wandering around parts of London