Mrs Fogg is now an ole fart “senior”, knocking on the door of bus pass heaven.

A leisurely up and then 15 cards (wow how many people does she know), prezzies and then out to collect packages from the post office including an awesome home made fruit bowl by Mr Talented Bartonfink.

While Mrs Fogg was forced to do the shopping (on her birthday of all days, well I class it as a treat since she never does the shopping normally), I spent the time inflating and strategically placing balloons across the house

Happy Birthday Mrs Fogg