Day 3 - Heading for the capital, Luxembourg

Thursday began in earnest with a hot shower and a lovely breakfast courtesy of Benger and Mouldy. It was then decided to break camp, but not before Bomber had picked up the plastic box from the rear of his murtahurm and poured last night's rain water all over himself. Poor bastard was drenched, ha, ha, funny though. Not only had he been beasted during young James' morning PT session, but he now looked like a drowned rat. Hey Bomber, sympathy is in the dictionary between shit and syphilis!

At this point Bomber had decided that Thursday had started so badly, he would return to his fart cart, hoping to restart the day later on in the journey, perhaps when we reached Luxembourg city. So Bomber detailed Jan P off to be duty driver of SRS. Imagine his surprise when he poked his head out from beyond his curtains to see Jan P sat in the back of SRS whilst we were on the move! Young James was promptly told to take his foot off the accelerator, apply the handbrake and "Feck off" out of the driving seat. It really had started so badly for Bomber this morning, ha, ha.