Oh, sometimes I think the world is designed just to fuck me up. After being stuck in Munich for six days under the cloud, I thought I had done my time. Yet no, with less than 48 hours to go until jetting off to the Fenian Bride's motherland, the Icelandic cloud is once again fecking with the world of Cuddles. Should you be an Icelandic tourist in the south-west this night and happen to break down on the Explorer 155 map-sheet...may I suggest you keep walking instead of approaching the charming house at the end of the lane - as a dog being set on you may offend? What worries me is we are supposed to be flying with Ryanair...the miserable sods probably will down tools in case they inadvertently cause someone to be stranded - at their cost! Anyone wanting a cottage in Mayo for the weekend??