So we are finally on our way to eurotunnel at Folkestone and I turns to Archie the schnauzer and jokingly asks him where his pet passport is? His blank look says everything, it's at home!! Leave the M25 and get back home, greeted with looks of amazement by neighbour so what could I do but blame the dog again. We get on our train 2 hours late and promise each other we will never trust Archie to remember anything important again. Dogs eh?