Oh yes, 26 days till the fat chap arrives and quite simply our favouritist time. Christmas in case you missed it!

Two trees decorated and lit and our house all set for a real Chrimbo. The most interesting aspect being that Mrs Fogg and I didn’t argue once about the lights or decorations (gotta love it when your filly knows her place, gonna get a smack for that)..

The only casualty, Mrs Fogg who didn’t actually appreciate that you need to take your hands out between the rungs on a loft ladder when you drop it down (thank goodness she wasn’t checking out a guillotine).

Only 16 days of work until Christmas, can’t wait.

How Long

If I pretend I sprained my wrist, do I get more wine?

The Trees

Well I think we can class that as a success.

6 duck legs (it was a bugger catching a 6 legged duck but we managed it)
A rack of belly pork
6 herb an garlic sausages
6 cloves of garlic
3 carrots
4 tins of haricot beans
Tomatoes
1 bottle of red wine

Accompanied by sweet and spicy red cabbage and more booze. All finished of with Jenny’s scrummy flap jack.

6 well fed adults can’t be wrong.

It’s a celebration of British failure at its finest, but in for a penny, in for a pound. If you can’t beat em, join em.

What are i rambling on about, Bonfire Night and our own personal take on it.

BBQ Hot Dogs and burgers around our mini fire, with (and this is breaking all the rules), crap indoor fireworks, out doors. Yes you heard me right, the terribly tacky and awful indoor fireworks, OUT DOORS!

Oh yes, we know how to party hard.

With a teenager!!!!!

That’ll be two women to drive Mr Fogg crazy then.

No wonder he looks happy.