Yup here you go the Foggys Twee number Twoo, a space on the landing calling out fir another tree (geddit, tee hee). We decided to branch out and extend our collection because we couldn’t leaf this one all alone.

The management accept no responsibility for the state of these puns and wish to apologise for letting me free with a compooter, so I’ll go out on a limb with the next one (drum roll please).

Only 22 days till the fat man slips down yer chimney, scoffs yer cake (for those of you that have any left eh Stu).

HO HO Hopeless

Yeh, December the 1st and only 24 days to Christmas, so in true Foggy tradition we got our 6ft tree up in the living room, all poshed up and no arguments either!

Tomorrow night it’s the landing tree and the dining room.

Christmas here we cone.

This was the blizzard that greeted us on the return from visiting Stu & Jen, so the 10 mile trip from the motorway took 50 minutes travelling at around 10 miles an hour.

So far we have 2.5 inches of snow, tomorrow morning and work will be interesting then won’t it.

Yeh SNOW. a really good drubbing last night sees us with about an inch of powder sat on top of the frozen and icy road.

Tis freezing here at -2 degrees at present and getting colder. Ideally we would go hibernate in bed, however today we have a trailer load of logs that need stacking away.

Every morning families around the country face the constant fight to be front of the queue for the shower before the hot water runs out.

In the Foggy household, Mrs Fogg is usually first while I prepare breakfast and then I can have my turn, but no more since Mr Spike has now stolen my place in the queue, so i get to be third!

Spike you have missed a bit.

One happy lil ole kitty. Mr Spike enjoys himself with yet another catnip toy from the Cat Shop in York.

Give him one of these badboys and he goes to town for hours without even knowing what he is doing or why.

If only life was that simple for humans a catnip toy and then passing out!

Yup Foggy Knievel put his bus jumping skills into play this week by turning a corner and losing control of the Harley Davidson Piglet.

In true style that only Torville and Dean would be proud of he pirouetted on the ice for a fraction of a second before allowing the bike to slide away with grace and style, except the dismount was neither.

As the event happened in slomo (as they normally do), Mr fogg witnessed the sparks rising from the bike as bits of it gouged itself into the tarmac.

So poorly piglet is in the shop checking out the damage and hopefully back on the road soon.

Hoo rar for untreated Yorkshire roads!

And now thanks to Bel, the latest Chrismas hit:

The Alternate Angels (very rude)

Yes only 51 days to Christmas, that time of year when we get to sleep in until 4am, well Mrs Fogg does, then it’s a race downstairs to open all your prezzies.

My countdown has been running since the beginning of October and when we landed back at Gatwick on the 23rd there were decorations in the shops and then last night I filled up at a petrol station that was playing all the Christmas hits.

So here we go only 50 sleeps to Christmas and chance to track Santa delivering his presents on the Internet.

Ho Ho Ho

So this is the view that greeted the little kiddies outside our window this hallows eve. The perfectly carved pumpkin and a wierdo with glowing lights.

We had one group of nippers turn up and when I answered the door with a scary face on (not mine but the mask and bloody Tshirt) poor boy looked said “oh god”, jumped back and had to be caught by his mum, poor sod.

This was Twick or Twick at our house, we got to make a kiddy have nightmares tonight, and ate the rest of candy ourselves, hee hee.

Next year we will be visiting the folks to scare the bog trotters.