Made it...Just

Well we are off . Usual last minute dot com exiting of the house. My lad had come around to look after the cats an was there with 5! Mates and his girlfriend who he informed us he was leaving behind while him and his mates went to chester races (chip off the old block).

Deb gave Libby instructions for looking after the cats, then instructions on how to operate the cooker, then on how a tv works, then how to walk, wash, eat, sleep. In fact it was pretty obvious that Deb had not realized she was actually 17 and we were going to be very late. Final delay was telling Rob that he needed a passport to go to the Isle of Man.

After a general "don't be an idiot" conversation we hit the road.

We were now very late and the poor GTS 300 scooter got a thrashing within an inch of its life and we discovered that the iPhone does not work great as a sat Nav if someone calls you on it, you cannot see the map! Which meant we missed a vital turning. We were now heading through the center of Liverpool, weaving like a weaver bird, and generally taking way too many risks.

Good news is we made it, just, and now we are on the ferry.