Evening all, so it’s almost time to say bye bye to 2013 and hello to 2014.

A year of changes with a new house, a new bedroom and new living room just in time for Christmas. And 2014 even more changes as Mrs Fogg moves jobs after almost 4 years at the same company and I is now a grown up Managing Director of my own company where I get to boss the staff around.

2013 we will raise a glass to you and our friends and family (get well Mrs CaddieFrog). 2014 come on in and say a big fat hey ho.

Happy New Year.

With Teet Owl of course

This from the owl and falcon sanctuary that has opened up near by.

Boxing Day sees a nice late rise and then a pootle in thick fog to Scabby Boro for a womble on the beach and then Fush n Chups.

Nicely chilled but oh my still a monster turkey left to devour over the next month.

And here in all his glory, well elf jumper and hat, is young Mr Caddie after a long night delivering prezzies around the globe, don’t he look cute.

Tis a good job Santa Caddie has reindeer, since the non-flooding canal appears to be err, flooded. Mind you maybe it’s flooded because of too much rain dear?

Ho Ho Ho

So another Christmas morning and a late rise (6am). Fire roaring in the living room, Bucks Fizz in hand (no, not the tacky 80s skirt shedding pop group) and it’s time to see what Santa has brung us.

Here you can see Mrs Fogg with her hoola hoop and her very own personalised Wonder Woman with a 3D replica of her head, I really know how to treat a woman!

Turkey all ready to be cooked, it’s going to be a nice relaxing day with a beautiful woman.

Merry Chrimbo.

Must be Christmas Eve then, the day I drive a very poorly Mrs Fogg to work and then watch people hurriedly buying that last minute gift. Oh and the only day of the year that I eat fast food, today’s choice Killed Fried Cat, yum.

Here’s hoping you all have a fantastic Chrimbo and New Year.

Alan Partridge move over, Mr Fogg is dressed and ready for Christmas!

So, just look at what Mr Fogg wore to work on Friday for a bit of festive cheer.

I did try to get him a festive onsie but he insisted on this homage to a movie…

Name the movie…….

Yup silly season and the annual Secret Santa rears it’s head, the limit £10, the gift, anyfhing. So what in the hell did I get, err a “JML Shower Feet”, except there’s only one of them. Why, I have no idea, but hey tis the season for giving.

So you lucky people, check your Christmas stockings on CT2!

A fun and tiring weekend with the Folks over on a flying visit. A rare chance to take 5 mins to clean the Hog (well actually 3 hours!) and then a womble to the local crap fair, sorry craft fair, which was crap.

And today chance for a swim before looking at cars when Mrs Fogg’s Turbo Nutta Beast goes back.

Oh yes we did see some reindeer at the local garden centre. Only 10days till the fatman tries to get down out chimney, good luck with that one.