So Peter and Jono got to Casa dos Avos last night. Almost a burnt out clutch, and a run-away van (couldn't park on the white stone outside the house) !
House smells of fags I'm told (owners smoked 20 a day).
Boys went to the bar, fu**ed of dinner and decided that beer was the answer. Cannot say I blame them.
Meanwhile, will I fly next week, won't I fly next week. The ash saga continues, but I am keeping it all crossed in hope.
Just got to get Pat out here now for my last weekend in sunny Jersey, come on BA fly, fly like the wind.