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?
An interesting day, I eventually got to use my glider flight today, towed up to 2000 feet then released to find the illusive thermals. I got to fly this bad boy which is such a wierd feeling pulling 3.5g (3 and a half times gravity) on the turns and then weightless a moment later. Such a cool trip floating around for 40 mins and then seeing the Red Sparrows half a mile a way (I know it’s the arrows!).
Back then to clean the Fogg Hog for 2 hours, before surf n turf on the barby. And that ain’t no yoke!!! It’s a double
Not long now to the Perseides BaaBQ on the weekend of 9-11 August (look away any veggies, beef burgers selected from BaaaRian)
No-one has suggested a theme so we are going with Cartoon Characters, don’t forget there’s a giant plastic duck up for grabs on the best costume. And bring your swimming costume just in case a hot tub makes an appearance!
So I’m still on the mend. Still bruising to the foot and it swells up when tired or used. And it still bloomin hurts.
At least I can move around easier now with the elbow crutches. I’ve started using Arnica cream to try to treat the bruising, but no obvious improvement on that yet.
Still, early days I guess if I listen to the specialist. She tells me the bruising is a good indicator, when this eventually goes I can have some confidence that the internal parts of the foot are healing.
I’ve a few challenges to figure out as yet. Now when I hobble along I make a bone in my right lower leg click and clunk. No idea which one but its a bit disconcerting. I also don’t seem able to point my right foot directly forwards, rather it falls out to the right a bit at the front. This probably has something to do with the damage on the ankle that prevents it twisting. One for the physio to advise on I guess.
Still, I’ve mastered going up and downstairs one slow foot at a time. Woo! A big advance eh?
Working up to driving- that’s the biggie and def not there yet. Back on the painkillers though for now. Still smiling though, I’m loving our house, the sunny weather, looking at the garden, all the birdsong, watching the rain and all the baby birds chasing their parents for food and attention.
Plus The Folks are due next weekend for a visit. Good job, I think the weeds have well and truly moved in and I’ve no idea what’s what. A bit of garden consultancy is in order.
Can someone tell me where the first half if the year actually went though? I seem to have missed it?
Much to Mrs Fogg’s surprise she had a visit from the CaddyFrogs yesterday, while they were “in the area” of Barnsley. Now anyone not good at geography, let me help out, it’s about 60 miles in the wrong direction (someone needs a SatNag).
Even better Mrs Fogg was looking out of the window and saw this behemoth of a vehicle park on the drive and was scowling, about to give them a piece of her mind thinking it was Mr Magoo from next door. Fortunately Mrs NutterFrog was waving like a swarm of bees had invaded the passenger side of their tanker, so Mrs Fogg soon realised who it was.
Apparently they all went to the local gym for lunch, thanks for the invite kids.
Fantastic of you to just pop over, so next time you are in Edinburgh feel free to drop by 🙂
Faster than a speeding bullet (well not exactly since a bullet travels at around 700mph), a man has broken the land speed record in an electric car at 204mph at Elvington Airfield. Hurrah
In a statement this was touted as proof and viability that there is a future in electric powered cars and no longer a reliance on fossils fuels! One question then McNumpty, when you plug your sooper dooper fast car into the mains to charge it for 24 hours so that you can travel really fast for 3 miles, where do you think the electricity comes from?
Maybe I missed the point!