No it’s a H OT Tub!!!

Hooo Yaaah, it literally is a Hippo BathDay, Mrs Fogg time to wash.

What kind of a loving husband would I be if I didn’t get Mrs Fogg a Hand Made card for her BathDay?

And here it is, romantic, loving, caring and DIRECT. No one could say that the art of seduction and understanding of the fairer sex passed me by. Mrs Fogg was so impressed she has even offered to make me a lupin crumble, sounds yummy.

Hippo BathDay Mrs Fogg, here’s hopping your foot gets better soon.

Our first crop of strawberries are ready. I’m impressed. From baby plants kindly supplied by Mr GreenThumb Caddie to actual rosy red strawberries ready for eating – and I managed not to kill the plants!

We’ve yet to taste them and I shall let Mr Fogg have the honours (of course we really SHOULD have champers with them but it may be a stretch in my new near tee total status)

However, I’m inspired. Sitting in the garden surrounded by hoards of chattering starling families, coal tits (so teeny), chaffinches, green finches, Great tits, blue tits, goldfinches, blackbirds, dives and woodpidgeons with glorious sun shining down, it’s bliss.

It gives you the urge to want to weed, sow vegetables ready for a late harvest, go watch bumble bees buzzing furiously into tightly woven rose blossom, rub lavender to release its heady scent and…..

No it doesn’t. It makes me want to be lazy, grab another large mug of tea, plonk on the bench, raise club foot and simply chill, listening and watching.

Oh and read Jack Reacher books. I’m addicted to them. On book number 8 and they’re fab. So shush please starling family, I’m trying to read here.

Like most of the UK we have enjoyed a very pleasant day with oodles of sunshine and warmth. I got the FoggHogg out again, after my 170mile round trip to Darlington yesterday and believe me it’s a pleasure to ride on days like this especially since everyone stops and turns when they hear the iconic sound of the Terminator’s bike (nothing quite like the sound of a FatBoy).

After riding its time to mow the lawns, strim the grass and cut the hedges and then reload the birdseed for our greedy fast food attendees (fat balls, suet and insects, seed , Niger seed and peanuts). As we managed to snap this little canary happily munching at the Fogg’s FlyThru.

Now it’s our turn to eat, BBQ beckons again.

Mrs Fogg just about able to stand unaided with her home grown rudebarb.

Looks like its gonna be a cool weekend, and me I’ve driven to work in Darlo on the FoggHogg (always an interesting experience on a bike with solid wheels).

Next stop BBQ Heaven all weekend long and this week we have a HotTub coming to celebrate Mrs Fogg being 22 years old (for the 21st time).

As we watch the stars SLOWLY appear we watch the 2 bats flitting around. And an obvious question springs to mind, why don’t bats live in a Battery? Watts that I hear you say, they have a different type of Ohm?