Mrs Fogg dragged me to Manchester to the Discover the world Holiday Show and oh dear, how dull about 12 stands with companies offering “holidays”, one even offered a cut price hotel in Madeira where you had to sit through at least 90 minute “time share” when you arrived. One stand was so bored she was knitting for goodness sake!

Anyway 32 minutes later we left (after finding our 2025 holiday on a luxury South African train journey).

Food then, Teppanyaki oh yes!

With the flu!! After almost a month in December of colds, laryngitis, hacking cough and tiredness I was relieved to be feeling fab by 23rd Dec. Sadly it was not to last!

By Boxing Day evening both Dad and I had come down with the dreaded flu! Mr Fogg and I had to cancel New Years Eve out (no 6 course taster menu, boo) and we had a quiet night in complete with a heady dose of paracetamol, lemsip and more paracetamol, washed down with ibuprofen and endless tea. Although I was determined to have champagne, which we did, and we managed to watch the fireworks.

After a shockingly bad night. Think zombie roaming the house with a hacking cough, I really really needed to go get some fresh air. I managed a slow short walk down the lane and a picture of a tree. Whoop. back to sofa again though and more paracetamol and more hot tea.

It’s been a pants start to 2024 but things can only improve!