Joy and bliss

Thick, fat, humid, damp fog - this is for TJ and Lullabelle , to remind them what they are missing -both currently sunning themselves somewhere on the costa Brava.
I wend my way across the mountain to the hairdresser and was polite and assertive and joy and bliss, the brown fringe has gone and harmony is restored!! Himself will be much relieved.
Other good news, son number 1 is on his way. Hopefully the fog won't be too awful at Cork airport but the place was built on the wettest, boggiest, foggiest patch of Ireland - and that's saying something. We've had a few hairy moments - once waiting for our two cherubs to arrive, the fog grew more and more dense as we approached Cork, At the airport not even the runway lights were visible. It wasn't looking good and we knew at least 4 planes were circling over head waiting for a chink. At one point a small plane bounced onto the runway and disappeared again - the Manchester flight. The board then ominously announced that flight was cancelled - where had they gone?? Said chink eventually appeared after another long wait and 3 small planes zoomed in, mostly distinguishable by the noise, and one carried our lads. Phew. Another time, before we lived here, we were planning to come over to Cork for the weekend to go to a film festival. After a long wait in Birmingham airport we were given the choice of waiting over night or getting our money back, Cork was once more in dense fog. We got a refund but did not dare return home as son number 2 was being left on his own for the first time and yes, a party was organised. He would not have been delighted to see us so we spent the night in the airport then headed off to Bath where we enjoyed an unexpectedly fine weekend.