Before we went to the airport we stopped in at Mr & Mrs Duggans to drop the dogs off and have a coffee. Ruairdhrí and I played with scissors and bleach while Helen made coffee and chatted with Brad.

The journey to the actually airport was one of the most annoying trips along that road... Ever!

The car in front decide it didn't like travelling at 100kmph, which was the limit for that road, but would rather travel at a speed between 70 and 80kmph but even then he kept hitting the breaks for no good reason! Before anyone says it, I know it's a 'limit' not a 'target' but in Ireland nearly every road has a hard shoulder and we get lovely public service announcements on the tevalision telling us that if we're going slow or the car behind wants to pass then pull into the shoulder. Did he? Did he m' hole! Bastard stayed where he was! The road from Claregalway to Shannon isn't the straightest and at rush hour even when you find a spot to overtake there is usually something coming the other way! Cunt! Finally I got passed him only to end back behind someone else like it a few cars later. This happened all the way to the airport and even at the airport we got stuck behind a car crawling along obviously trying to find the car park and then driving straight past it!

Once in the airport and through check-in I finally managed to relax with a pint and stare at the US G.I.'s.

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Sorry for the blurred picture but Brad took it on his iPhone and he's not quite used to it yet. Also he had to take it without them noticing for fear of getting shot and that was proving difficult as the airport was FULL of them! Some of them were cute but some of them were just vile! I'm sure one of them was actually Fatima Whitbread! A lot of them were sadly no other than fourteen.

Herded on to the plane like cattle we sat on the back row as I was too impatient to wait for the older lady with calcified hips to get up the stairs at the front.

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The flight wasn't that bad but the pilot was either in rush due to us being late or was still training as we took off at a rather steep angle and only ever did right angles when we turned. We bounced down the runway at Birmingham. Quite literally.

So now it's the next morning, I had a lovely sleep and woke up at stupid o'clock and I'm wondering if I should bugger off to Wal-Mart with Scoobs and just leave him to sleep.