CT2

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Only 5 weeks to Christmas Take 2 in our new abode. The aim is Turkey, stuffing, sprouts and all the trimmings. A time to celebrate Chrimbo with friends and family who couldn’t join us on the real day.

Silly hats, frivolity and fun, good food and lots to open (well how the hell else will we get our house move finished?)

We even have the oh so crap Christmas Pud Game. Who knows the queen may even do a special speech on the day.

Ho Ho Ho

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366

Posted by MrFogg
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It was exactly 366 days today or a leap year, since our final day in NZ. To celebrate we thought you might like to see a wonderful shot of Mnt Cook. the scenery was breathtaking and yes it was very difficult for me to return (I have always struggled coming back from a tour each time). Now we can show the pictures of Bilbo’s house since the movie has been released (we stood in front of Bag End and under the party tree).

And today we took a trip over to the Harley Davidson store, so that I can get a Harley helmet for the tour, but in the process Mrs Fogg has decided to be a biker chic and ride pillion when we do the 66. I think the thing that swung it was the fact you can get a ladies tailored leather bike jacket that makes you look even hotter than normal (is that even possible).

All I gotta do now is try to keep the bike upright as Mrs Fogg grabs hold of me to get on the thing. Looks like we will be travelling very very light indeed (carry anything you like providing it fits into a 25litre day sack!

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Reliable as Ever

Posted by MrFogg
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Here I am at 22.15 sat in Manchester Airport, having battled the non existent car park signs, fought my way through the fag ash lil’s hovering around the doorways in a cloud of stale sweat and smoke fumes, to be greeted with the sign that Mrs Fogg’s flight is landing as planned at 22.35 (both of them apparently). Strange the that Mrs Fogg is texting me advising she is currently waiting for someone to defrost the wings and clear the snow from the plane before it can set off!

You would hope in this age of super fast broadband (obviously only applicable to city centres or London) that they could at least update the boards to show it might be delayed by at least an hour.

So then an evening of £4 per hour (yep you read that correct 6.6p a minute) with a choice for my tea of Mr Spud or Groggs Shergar and Potato Pie, oh bugger looks like Mr Spud has just closed, ah well it’s gonna be a “stable” diet for me then (bum tish).

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The Countdown is On

Posted by MrFogg
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So many countdowns on the go at the mo. One day until The Boss returns, 28 days to the new house, 50 days to Christmas Take 2, 93 days to Route 66 and 142 days to my next contract (wherever that may be).

Next stop pick up the boss from the airport and time to hear all about it.

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The Boss

Posted by MrFogg
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Mrs Fogg is in the land of knockwurst and lederhosen this week on her management training course, learning to be a more effective leader. Peace and quiet for me then, work, eat sleep until the boss comes back all charged and enthused with all that corporate talk.

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Ah WalNut The House That Jack Built

Posted by MrFogg
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Well it’s not actually called walnut, but is nicknamed that by the locals since they can’t pronounce the actual name.

We moved in almost a year ago with genuine thoughts of purchasing it, lovely large rooms, massive garden, bright and new, what more could we want? And slowly over the months settling happened(as it does), but the property went past settling, cracked sills, door frames coming away from walls, floors dropping from the floor tiles,ridges in all floors, windows letting all the wind through. Not to mention the house fly infestation, thousands of Mosquitos and tons of shagging pigeons!

The chance came to buy, but after the numerous visits by those well known builders Bodgit, Scarper and Screwem,we decided enough was enough. So on we go again, erasers at the ready to rub out our umpteenth address.

Time to go before the walnut finally cracks.

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