Here we go again…..
OK, so technically we’ve only got as far as Manchester airport. It took a while to get parked here as Mark, as a BMW owner, struggled to grasp that he should park between the white lines rather than straddle them.
Following the prolonged manoeuvrings in the car park we checked into the airport hotel. The receptionist was charming but shared rather more gynaecological insights than might ideally have been required to facilitate the process. We then proceeded to eat and drink far too much while reminiscing about the past, a process that we are likely to repeat on a daily basis over the course of the trip. Since then we’ve been “drinking our asses off” in the spirit of the next 2 weeks.
Assuming that we can remember who we are and where we are going, we should be Philadelphia bound at 11am tomorrow. We have a stopover in Philly but as Google informs us that we have a 43% chance of being either shot or raped, or both, during our time there we might just stop in the airport and spend the time browsing the fragrances on sale in the duty free shop.
If you can summon up the will to follow this, we look forward to boring you rigid with the tales of our travels over the next couple of weeks or so…………
Over the Hill and Far Away.......... 
Of course the useful thing about alcohol-induced or otherwise memory loss is that you can save vast conversational effort by merely repeating the same chat on a daily basis. Even write yourselves a script for each hour of the day….
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You’ve nailed it Margaret. You know us so well!!
Don’t drink your asses off too much.
Bon boozing boys!
Looking forward to readiing it. Good luck and no squabblIng over the Triumph
Jane! You know they will! Xx
Clearly Mark has already forgotten how to park without rear view camera. Doesn’t bode well. Good luck guys.