2012 Woooooooooo Hoooooooooooooo

We loved 2011, Mrs Fogg turned flirty 40 in St, Lucia (and went sleep streaking), we went to Singapore in March, I moved from the now known as “Knight Rider” company to Siemens for a stint then again before Christmas to another engineering company. Oh and we didn’t move house this year.

We put the finishing touches to our NZ tour. I became an “hofficial” bike rider and we had a cracking year all told (celebrating 7 years of marriage in Belgium).

What will 2012 hold? fun, fun, fun.

Happy New Year well in 20 mins anyway.

Mr & Mrs Caddie Frog joined us this evening for our New Year celebrations. Alcohol, snacks, Haggis, Neeps n Tatties abound along with silly games (Mr Caddie Frog with a fart machine and Mrs Caddie Frog with the Chopstick Bean game).

The Caddies decided to “out crap firework” us, with a super pack of monster fireworks containing so much TNT (last seen when they created the hole that is the Hoover Dam).

So tonight we will welcome in 2012 by setting light to the graveyard and downing passing aircraft.

Happy New Year to you all from the The Foggs.

This proves it, one of my gifts for Chrimbo a 1 litre coffee mug from Mrs Fogg proves it.

After a litre of jumpin juice I’m hoppin all day long.

Hooo Raaaa I rock.

Well another early start for me (5.45 am), although since poor Mrs Fogg has had the bad lurgy I left everyone to sleep until about 8.30am.

All that temptation, looking at the Christmas prezzies just waiting to be ripped into.

A really nice day had by everyone (me and Mrs Fogg along with Turman and Turfgal), with some lovely gifts. Bob the 14lb turkey went down a treat in the afternoon and the evening was topped off with an underwhelming set of indoor Crap fireworks.

Hope you all had a fantastic time, here’s to the New Year when we have Mr & Mrs Caddie Frog over to celebrate.

My decapitated head Boris would like to wish you all a Merry Christmas and will be greeting the outlaws in their bed when they arrive.

Ho Ho Ho, a Merry Frightmas.

You know it’s Christmas Eve Eve Eve when NORAD have the Santa Tracker ready, but now it’s all hi-tech and you can track him on your mobiley phone jobby.

Yup see where in the world the big guy is and play Elf Toss at the same time.

Gotta love Christmas.

Wooo Hoooo

Look at that wallpaper, enough to send you nuts!!

This is the Bear Hotel at Rodborough near Stroud where I will be spending a few nights a week in the latest job as the guy wearing panties over his trousers.

An interesting and quaint looking hotel, nice location, helpful staff but not the best place I have ever stayed.

The rooms are relatively small, the top floor rooms are chilly in winter with quite a breeze coming in the single pane windows. During the stay the 1st and 2nd floors were being painted which is never a pleasant smell.

Room 15 has the hotel flagpole next to it, so in high winds this is all you hear, a light over the sink mirror was non-existent so reception had to steal a bulb from the centre of the washroom until housekeeping would sort it out the next day. The main restaurant is a tad over priced (not that any prices are displayed on the menu). Put it this way £31 for 3 courses or £26 for two, yet the same two courses in the bar would cost about £22. Food service in the bar is very slow, and few of the tables/seats are conducive to eating a meal.

Would I stay again, afraid not, there are many improvements that are needed to this hotel but the only saving grace is the bar totty who’s mummy lumps defy gravity!