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Batman’s Pants

Posted 21/07/2012 by MrFogg

Now I’m not normally opinionated but the award for the biggest raspberry of the year so far goes to The Dark Knight Rises (part trois of the new Batman saga, although I still preferred Michael Keaton). Wow 2 hours 45 mins of utter bum numbing tripe.

The talking was so hard to hear over the music that you struggled to hear it (or was that just our little cinema), the baddie sounded like he was under water in a plastic bag, the story was written by a 10 year old and you could see the ahem supposed shockers coming as though they had a big flashy light on them, this film was soooooo bad.

The only saving grace was catwoman, otherwise I would have up and left.

Anyone tells you this film is worth seeing, obviously slept through the entire thing. and reading some user reviews it would I appear I am in a majority of 1.

The Dark Knight should give me back my money!

Life is F U N

Posted 15/07/2012 by MrFogg

Now that was a tiring but FUN weekend.

Mrs & Mrs Caddy came over to visit, Mrs Foggy had booked an aromatherapy massage for her and Mrs CaddyFrog in Feb, but due to one thing and another it never happened. So this weekend it was rebooked, although the Caddys arrived late on Saturdays so it was a mad dash to get there. Mr CaddyFrog and I had a leisurely womble for lunch before a gentle strole back to sup some beer.

Saturday night we booked into Judsons in Pocklington for an evening meal and Mrs Foggy looked oh so WoW! (min you she looks amazing 247). A fun evening of food, chat, wine and laughter ensued until the wee small hours.

Today was a mixed bag of eating (Mrs Foggys amazing lamb shank dish), enjoying the rare appearance of the shiny ball in the sky and a trip to Langlands.

All told a very nice weekend of eating, drinking and chatting. Only 5 days until the next weekend.

Hippo Bath Day

Posted 11/07/2012 by MrFogg

No not me, but Mrs Foggy, she turned the grand old age of, yeh like I’m allowed to tell anyone!

This time last year she was sipping champagne in St.Lucia on a speed boat with the sunset behind her and this year, sat at work in Sheffield, oh well.

Still many Hippo returns and a whopping great Hippo Bath Day to you Mrs Fogg, the hottest an hardest working wife in the world.

We all loves ya.

Green Fingers?

Posted 27/06/2012 by MrsFogg

Meet Thumbelina the tomato plant. A gift from the Caddies. She is doing really well and we actually have baby toms developing. This will be the first growing project we have done so we are looking forward to salad with our very own baby toms.

But……we have a friend moved in. A large wild rabbit and her baby have taken residence. Will Thumbelina survive??

I woke this morning to a garden full of animals. Two rabbits, three squirrels, two Jackdaws, one pheasant and goodness knows how many Blackbirds and Blue Tits. A right menagerie. Oh and the usual pigeons copulating everywhere.

Rural? You bet.

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Scarey Awake

Posted 26/06/2012 by MrFogg

this is the view that greets me most mornings around 5am, it’s the “Wake Up, I’m Bored an Hungry” look, literally millimetres from your face as you try to snooze for a few more minutes. Next is the paw on your mouth, gently flapping your lips and then if that don’t do it, the incessantly loud purring in your ear.

Oh for a little peace in the am. We would close the door, but then would come the head butting until we open it to let him in.

Hello Darling(ton)

Posted 23/06/2012 by MrFogg

Ah Darlington high street complete with pound shops, mobile phone hacking (sorry i mean unlocking shops) and betting shops, nice. Granted I haven’t seen it on a sunny day yet (does the sun go that far north?).

So my new temp role means a walk through Darlington high street, past the job centre and through an under pass without lights, oh dear. But that said the work is varied and interesting at the mo. This is to do with care homes and the horror stories I hear make you want to believe in euthanasia (people ripping carpets up with their bare hands, holding staff hostage in lifts, gripping radiators fighting staff off). Put it this way based on my limited experience so far a home is the last place I want to end up.

But not to worry, at least with this role I can find a less than average place to store the inlaws, way to turn that frown upside down.

Would you like some ice with that?

Posted 17/06/2012 by MrsFogg

Our friend Mrs Fink has this knack of spotting fantastic obscure destinations on the Internet and sends us links of exotic places to drool over. Some time ago it was a link to outdoor glass igloos sat in a field of snow and ice surrounded by a forest that looked like it had fallen straight out of a Christmas card scene. Well, that got us pondering….to go visit the northern lights would be a once in a lifetime trip. Then she spotted the Abisko Sky Station where you go up an open chair lift in -30 degree temperatures and sleep at the top of a mountain in a wooden lodge with no electricity or running water and a sleeping bag, just for a clear view of the northern lights. We have been hooked on the idea for a while, but it’s time to make it happen.

One slight challenge though- these two options are in different countries, Sweden for the Sky station and Finland for the glass igloos. And how do you choose between them??

The other challenge is of course that I HATE THE COLD! Thermals def required.

So, we are flipping coins on both options. Option 1 is Sweden, stay at the Sky Station one night and then 2 or three nights at the largest Ice Hotel, one night in an ice room at -5 all night with lots of excursions such as dog sledging, reindeer sleigh rides, cross country skiing( or falling if you are me!) and snowmobiles! Option 2 is Finland for a night in a glass igloo, then 2 or three nights in warm lodges with plenty of the same trips. Decisions decisions.

The picture is from last years Ice Hotel Ice bar where everything including the glasses you drink from is made of ice.

Menu items in both locations apparently include reindeer steaks, hare and other local delicacies. Snow angels are a must, but preferably apparently naked after a hot hot sauna.

I’m in planning geek mode already. This will be organised for Mr Foggs birthday in Jan.

I think we will put house buying stuff on hold. Holidays is the way to go…

And to get in practice for cold weather…..we are planning a week in Ireland later this year. I’m sure The Folks will be delighted to entertain Mr Fogg and I for a week!! Better start the wine stock now.

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Wet Weather Ahead Umbrellas Up

Posted 17/06/2012 by MrFogg

Well I finished my last day in Doncatraz to a contractors typical applause (the sound of my own feet hitting the floor as I leave). But now onwards and upwards as I start my next contract role a little further north in Darlington, on a 6 month stint. So far I have been quite fortunate working on fixed term contracts, but this one required a fully fledged contractor with company, so now I have my very own umbrella company who sort out all te invoices and gumf, while I get on with the work bits.

Shoes buffed, shirts pressed and suit cleaned, all set to go. Back to even earlier starts in the morning and later finishes, but hopefully I won’t be sat twiddling my thumbs on this one and it should pay for the next jolly, where to, you’ll see soon enough.

And I Thought I’d Left

Posted 12/06/2012 by MrFogg

There was I merrily happy to have left that there Stroud a few weeks ago, whilst I finished up my last 2 weeks of my contract.

How wrong was I, having to come back here on my last week, sat in the same hotel with nuffin to do in the area. Oh joy.

And now the countdown is on until I finish working in Doncatraz, where the letter “h” is missing from most spoken or written words. Thank god I as not learnt there orrible ways.