This weekend is the Bridlington Elvis Weekender. The Caddies and us were due to spend the weekend chilling and being very large children larking around at the seaside. unfortunately Mrs Caddie is a little under the weather at the moment so we’ve had to give the larking a miss- well we cannot very well go be silly Elvis fans without our partners in crime can we (yes we know Evis left the building some time ago)??

So what to do with a spare weekend??? Well, we decided it was a great idea to order wall to wall wardrobes from Ikea and set them up in the guest bedroom. they duly arrived on Saturday morning, all 29 boxes of the stuff. Oh dear.

Cue Mr Fogg and I spending around 12 hours hard labour fitting Ikea bolt together packs in place. Wardrobe carcasses times 4, goodness knows how many screws and oh what a good idea two big sliding doors are, complete with 64 screws just to put the doors together with. We’ve finally finished….phew. Two very very very shattered Foggies.

Hey, we have grass now too. We did our first cut and it looks good, despite all the bare bits. So off I went to retrieve the bag of grass seed from the garage to sow in the bald bits. This was a bit like being back in Tyddyn- we have mice. In the garage, they are partial to chomping through grass seed, eating bird seed (after munching through plastic bags to get to it) and the blighters have even eaten through my bags of compost.

We have declared war. Two mouse traps in place, we are on to you……let’s just hope they do not find the house.

We sowed the remaining grass seed on the lawn, feeding the rather large wood pigeon population as we went (buggas), dodging squirrels charging around and watching Mr Spike limping in the house.

You see Mr Spike is enjoying his new home but not the neighbourhood. This is farm cat territory, and there are two big bruiser Toms who have declared our garden the war zone. Cue two lost collars, and one beaten up cat. Poor. Spike, last week he tries his best and did a proper running leap onto Tom1, rolling over and fur flying, but still he’s the underdog. We get to nurse his wounds and cheer him up. Cue wardrobe building….Spike laid supervising (or was that laughing) at our antics.

I’m not moving again, and if we did we have both decided to burn those Bloomin wardrobes where they are- we are not, we repeat, not, dismantling them and rebuilding. Life is just too short for that.

And now for that long awaited glass of wine each. Bedtime yet anyone?

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