I flew into London on Friday night for a quick visit. I knew this was going to be a good trip when I arrived to find that there were no trains, no buses and walking to Guildford was not really an option. Fortunately there is always someone, in some small office, somewhere in Corydon, waiting for a chance call from some Muppet who can't get a lift. I was that Muppet, Hugo was that chancer! I found his artic snowstorm/ blizzard dandruff off-putting, but, credit to Hugo, he got me to Guildford for 40 quid at twelve o'clock at night.

The weekend was spent getting over the first opportunity to greet excess. I was like a dog of a leash. I took full advantage of my position to visit some great chums on Saturday night. Fantastic food. Really! I would be hard pressed to do better, fantastic wine, and many a laugh. Thanks you two!

All I have with me is this picture of the wife to remind me of my imminent fate. I have not had a laugh with 'Photoshop' and there are no 'special effects'. I post this image knowing that when I return in a day or two, the blog of life is going to going to need a new chapter. I have therefore decided to stay in town and meet up with a few more chums. squeek squeek


The good lady @ 35 weeks, very sorry to see me go...