So this is Mr Foggy, getting slightly mewwy. Mrs Fogg arranged a surprise evening away in a tiny village in the North Yorkshire moors (ah stay on the path and beware of a full moon did spring to mind, especially since we passed a Slaughtered Lamb free house).

We went to Hawnby, with an aptly named The Inn (imaginitive). The rooms were nicely appointed and there was a nice bottle of fizzy stuff waiting too. There was a 6 course meal (one of which did resemble Sheba cat food, as Mrs Fogg so loudly pointed out to all the other diners), but it was a fantastic evening and Mrs Foggy looked a million dollars (as she always does).

It was a wonderful surprise and after 10 years together it is wonderful to be in Lurve with such a wonderful woman.

Soppy bit over with now, back to the humdrum of work, but still got Elvis to look forward to (yes I know he’s dead).