Ever had the feeling you are all on your own? Had a bath but still no-one comes near?

Try a Holiday Inn at Coventry where you are the only guests and therefore the only people in the restaurant. Oh well individual service it is then.

Crazy Golf, once the preserve of saddos like me who can’t play golf for toffee, blighted by Health and Safety rubbish.

Yes you see correct, the crazy windmill moving at 0.0001mph now needs to have a safety barrier erected to protect us from our own stupidity. Believe me if you walked into this and got hurt you deserve a wet kipper in the face!

Surprisingly empty on the road, well we did set off at 6.30am. And here is the world’s coldest Mrs Fogg in Whitby a mere 12090 miles from New Zealand where we were just last year.

Now time for lunch and a steady pootle back home.

Bright and bleary eyed in a designer outfit (some nobody called “save the queen” for the top and “Betty Barkley” for the jeans, looks hot tho) all set for an early coastal trek to do some serious hobbling.

Well I did promise to take Mrs Hulkfoot to the coast for early morning Fush n Chups.

Ah the Hot Tub weekend was brilliant, fun, chatting, walking (only a small distance for Mrs Hulk Foot), hot tub, falling down water and surf n turf.

Oh and we met tree beard whilst out walking.

Superb

And here is Birthday Club Foot enjoying her evening Hot Tub. Apparently she hasn’t felt the needs to shower or bathe since this arrived!

Sorry Caddies the scum line ain’t mine.

Deep behind a conifer, tucked under an overgrown hedge and wedged in the corner of the garden we have an exquisite lily.

Vibrant orange petals framed by deep green shimmering leaves, it’s beautiful.

Shame it’s all in the corner. Might have to consider relocating it to a more focal point. Next year, when I have two fully functional feet that is

So this morning I did my usual exercise regime of hobbling around the first floor bedrooms.

Funny I thought, the carpet is wet in the guest room. I took a closer look. Oh no. Managed to pull the carpet back, then did the same to the landing carpet. Drenched carpet, drenched floor. This is right next to the main bathroom shower area.

Ok, can’t be the shower because we don’t use that one. I managed to pull the shower base cover off (not bad for hulk foot eh?) and oh dear. One very very wet floor with BIG mould. Oh shit.

At that point I confess a few choice words were to be heard. Talk about shit luck at the moment!

Cue Mr Plumber who kindly came out to help. He’s narrowed it down to a corroded washer in the wall where the shower is. So leak fixed, but new feature wall in place.

So, now we are going to have to let it all dry, scrub the mould out and find a plasterer.

So nothing else to deal with thanks. I’ve had enough.

No it’s a H OT Tub!!!

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