This morning started with an argument: As I told the coffee machine several times, I wanted sugar in my cappuccino! Grump grump grump. Anyway, a nice, but slightly foggy, trip through France and I'm at Calais where I bump into a couple of The Rogers lads. A pleasant crossing and into Dover followed by the usual mad dash through the customs check point. I couldn't seal my cement thingy in any way so having unwanted passengers is always a possibility! None seen or heard of yet! Anyway, off to Folkestone harbour to the truck park with Stuart, Ben, Darren and Bernie. A quick wash and a change of socks and off we go to the pub......... followed by several pints of Guinness.......... and a few pints of Guinness......... and a pint of Guinness. That last pint will be the one that wakes me up at 4am with a banging bladder and a full head! You know what I mean. So anyway, Stuart, Darren and thingy retire early leaving me and Ben to go clubbing. I know, I know, but although I'm in my late 30's...... ahem ahem....... it's good to let your hair down every once in a while. It's now 02.40 and I'm off to bed. This last 10 days has worn me out! Ok, night all and catch up with me soon :-)