Kev’s all boss’d up and ready to roll. Dropped her at the big building with airplanes and then went off to our terminal for checkin.
Apparently this was Kev going through the security camera
Next stop a light breakfast before the flight. In 12 hours we’ll be in sunnier climbs
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I don’t know, premium economy ain’t what it used to be, mind you Kevin’s bouncing off the wall until she saw her seat!
Apparently it’s just not fair
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By the time you awaken I might have just reached the front of the chaotic security queue.
Hundreds of ankle biters off on holiday with parents that still don’t seem to understand that all liquids must be placed in plastic bag for your safety and no, even though you bought that 1litre bottle of water in the airport for a rip off price, you still can’t take it through. The security staff have no clue how to deal with more than 10 people, people walking straight through, not removing their belts, shoes or nose piercings.
As you casually await “the bloke who wanted to be a copper but failed the entrance exam, tried to be a mall cop but was too overweight, so became a customer security rep at an airport”, to body search you, you realise life doesn’t get much better than this.
Still a ride on LyingAir to go, I feel soooo invigorated.
Morning all, rant over!
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A weekend of fun and merriment followed by a trip to Dublin. First stop a travelodge that you could fit 4 double beds in and my very own breakfast box. Woo Hoo
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It’s so tiring being a teenager. A weekend of food, drink, Bartenga, 80s music, conversation and stargazing and now I need to sleep!
Just leave me alone
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But you move and your space is gawn!
Well done to everyone for joining in the 80s themed BBQ (such a shame Mrs Fink wasn’t able to join, but stu drank and ate your share of everything).
80s music (181 tracks), dead burnt everything (more meat than a carnivores picnic) and the piece de resistance, fancy dress time with some sterling efforts from all.
Such a close call that the winner had to be decided by knockout game of Bartenga.
With Where’s Wanda Jenny finally crowned the winner and picking up the crap prize of an oversized inflatable 1980s mobile phone.
More food and merriment with campfire toasting of Marshmellows
And a final bout of stargazing inbetween the clouds.
And now back to the future.
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Oooo 80s Music, dead burnt animals, good company and silly clothing.
Welcome 1980!
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Ba ba ba da da da
Birthday weekend for Mrs Fogg and a few things lined up for this, ahem 21 yr old.
Into the town to find something special followed by a little snack and YoYoYo Sushi, where we got a discount for it being a birthday and Mrs Fogg tried pushing by asking for a free desert, to which the waitress said “yay, NO”. Oh well.
Off then on a mystery drive to our eventual destination of Lumley Castle (owned by the Purdey family of course), I’m sure McGeek will delight you all with the history, when it was built, how many people owned it, yada yada yada, YAWN.
Later on a romantic meal and time to reflect on her 21 years on this planet (I will be flogged for not mentioning constantly that she is only 21).
And there you have it.
Hippo Bathday Mrs Fogg.
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Tis time to rip out those doors
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Put yer hands in the air, like ya just don’t care
Life is purrfect
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