Sorry that should be bouquet shouldn’t it. These are Mrs Foggy’s flowers which unfortunately she will be requires to leave at the hotel, but we took some photos of them.

All set for a wonderful evening meal (again), more champagne and more ass whooping at scrabble or even Bsckgammon.

Mrs Fogg is now on her third book and I’ve even managed to get half way through one (without pictures I may add). The wonderful thing here is not watching a single bit of the fools lantern even tho you can here some Brits racing back to their rooms for the latest trivia of “EastBrookCoronation Farm Street”.

There has been music every evening including a wonderful pianist last night, who played the Steinway with his eyes closed and no sheet music (suppose it’s not much use if you got your eyes closed). He rattled of a diverse range of music and applauded himself after every song.

Oh god I do hope it’s not jazz night tonite, if there is one type of music I can’t stand, it’s Jaaazzz, nice.