And they’re off. See you in 11 hours

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The plane is ready!!

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Stage 2 the airport, where Mrs Fogg accidentally found the car park much to the ridicule from the occupants of the car.

Rucksacks all caged we are now queueing at the totally disorganised T5.

Seem to have lost a child already!

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The Japan adventure begins.

It’s a year since we drunkenly suggested taking Nellie with us to Japan and Mrs Fogg has done her usual geeky tour guide bit by planning the blooming lot.

So now it’s stage one, off to crash at the Fink house and collect said teen for what will hopefully be a memorable trip. As usual we’ve been packed since a week ago, so a quick catch up on the phone whilst driving down, Mrs Fink admitted Nellie actually wasn’t packed and her clothes are currently in the washing machine, uh oh,

So either Nellie will be returning home with an up at dawn approach or we’ll be returning home after giving in to the YooF of today approach. Let battle commence.

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Look what gorgeous Mr Fogg got me. A beautiful trough and plants for the garden.

I’m feeling all zen. Might even comb the gravel.

Not doing too bad for 29 again!

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So what do ladies of leisure do with their spare time. Colouring in, in their adult crayon books

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I hate Neil Diamond

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At 9.15 in the pm, Mrs Nutter decided she wanted to cycle to the next village, so we did. Got to the village pub and decided she wanted some adult falling down water, so I cycled back to get my wallet and then back to the village pus (round trip of about 6 miles).

Thirst quenched we then cycled back on this rather pleasant evening to get home at 10.30.

And here is the picture evidence of our night cycling adventure

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