I'm a lasagna boy!

In which Cody gets the rock-star treatment he deserves

Yesterday (and the day before, to be precise) we rode home in style, in a curiously uncomfortable rock-star bus. The undulating pleather sofas, the massive leopard-print cushions, and the silent big-screen tvs all added to an awkward feeling. Did I mention the stocked bar?

The rock-star comforts definitely suited cody: