Well for one little kitty it does. As an early Christmas treat and since the really cold weather settled in, Santa dropped off this little igloo for Spike and he cant get enough.

Meoow says the little man and then promptly went to sleep in it. If only everyone was that easy to please, eh Mrs Fogg.

And shiver just about everywhere else too. Driving in to work this am at 7.15 this was the temperature on the dial. Blooming Brass Monkeys.

Only silly idiots like me travel in on 4 miles of untreated sheet ice, before getting to the untreated main roads so that I can get into the office.

Hoping there will be something nice and warm waiting for me when I get back tonight.

Yup here you go the Foggys Twee number Twoo, a space on the landing calling out fir another tree (geddit, tee hee). We decided to branch out and extend our collection because we couldn’t leaf this one all alone.

The management accept no responsibility for the state of these puns and wish to apologise for letting me free with a compooter, so I’ll go out on a limb with the next one (drum roll please).

Only 22 days till the fat man slips down yer chimney, scoffs yer cake (for those of you that have any left eh Stu).

HO HO Hopeless

Yeh, December the 1st and only 24 days to Christmas, so in true Foggy tradition we got our 6ft tree up in the living room, all poshed up and no arguments either!

Tomorrow night it’s the landing tree and the dining room.

Christmas here we cone.