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