Yup another sat night and a bottle of Poo and Vino, woo hoo. Mrs Fogg worked until 11pm last night and 6 hours today, boo hoo. So we had a glass or so of our fave tipple tonight with home cooked steak.

Tomorrow hopefully a day off, who knows? Still got a visit to see the folks and a wee trip to santorini soon so a chance to chill hopefully.

Me so tired now, bed methinks.

Raise a glass to Mrs Foggy, the hottest, sexiest and most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure to know.

In celebration I have brought Mrs Fogg to Whinstone View in a luxury lodge where we stayed last year. Jacuzzi and champagne beckon.

Happy Birthday Lorna.

So, in two days time I’ll be two years away from the big 40. How time flies. I’ve done so many crazy things over the years that I feel really lucky to have had the chance. Most memorable so far include: Meeting Mr Fogg, taking flying lessons in a Fixed wing aircraft, helicopter and glider, having a go at paragliding. Playing passenger in an Evo 8 going around a race track, retiring from work aged 34, travelling to some amazing locations- Hong Kong, Japan, 14 US states, Europe, living in an idylic location in Wales, learning the Greek language and lots lots more- some of which I’ll not put into print (but boy were they fun).

So, another year older, must plan for next year’s fun. High on the list is doing something more insane than I have achieved so far. Suggestions on a postcard please- apart from bungee jumping.

Is it just me or does time really speed up, is Mr Foggs hair disappearing at the same rate that mine is going grey and are all people just truly annoying in the Supermarket, high street etc?

Glass of wine beckons. It’s good for you don’t you know?

Beware of the Strawbelly Monster mainly seen at summer fete’s snacking on the ripe strawbs with tonnes of cream on them.

If you see this creature, hide your strawbs at all costs, she will have them.

Managed to persuade Mr Fogg to try another village fête this afternoon. So glad I did. Here we are in Helperby in a very well organised fête. Lots of stalls, pubs open, open gardens and a very special pimms bar at the village hall. We were so impressed we just had to stay for a while. All told a lovely day. We are told the accronym for the bar means “domestically inept menopausal males” how fitting

This one really really sucks!

This is the Newton on Ouse Summer Fete, which is on the school playing fields tucked away from everyone. There are no signs to it and there are no signs of life whilst there. It cost a pound to get in and when you mention there are no signs to it, you get told, oh we will change that next year! Shame cos we won’t be coming back!

The Alne fête last year was fantastic, but we missed it this year. Newton really needs to improve cos it sucks