Hi, well I managed to make it Birmingham, after nearly missing the plane last night.

After wrestling with the traffic from Landsdown after Ireland pumelled the Pacific Islanders, the Aircoach arrived at O’Connell street for me to realise that the guards had closed it and nobody had told me.

After running round like a blue arsed fly all day this did nothing for my blood pressue, but anyway at the end of the day there was no dramas and I got the check in desk with 10 minutes to spare…. yay!

So I’ve been pampered by my Mom since I got here
I began to feel sick last night too and woke up feeling dreadful this morning. I think it’s probably the yellow fever and Menengitis injections coupled with a stressful close to my getting my ass outta Ireland.

Well it should all be plain sailing from here on in….hopefully
So this’ll be my soap box for the next 2 months, tune in for your cleansing regularly and I’ll be sure you towel you off with top quality cotton apparel.