Frodo came a knockin at the door for his vest of Mithril Silver, only to find Mrs Fogg is wearing it.
Guess who looks better in it, yup the one with the big hairy feet, Mrs Fogg (oops no Chrimbo gifts for me).
My precious.
Frodo’s Vest
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The Lonely Pheasant
It’s that time of year when the pretend gentry love to dress up in tweed, wear silly hats and walk around thinking they are hunter gatherer manly types by blasting the living daylights out of birds with scatter guns. Yes this the middle of pheasant killing time.
In deepest darkest Wales the posh oiks (them that wear pinstripes at work and want to be real men at weekends) use to gather and pay a fortune at the stotties to shoot these pesky birds that are too stoopid to run away. A few hundred miles away a totally different type of flat cap wearer (sans whippet) tries the same thing, only difference is here they only seem to breed about 100 birds and come the start of the season 90% have been run over because they don’t move. In Wales there was thousands of the blighters so chance of a kill was high.
It pleasures me immensely to see the posh oiks going home empty handed after killing nowt, cos there is none of em left.
Hats off to the lowly pheasant that they missed and if you don’t shift on Monday I’ll run ya down!!!
Scarey
Long stressful day at work, no alcobooze in the house, in which case just let your hair down and go nuts.
And this is supposed to be an hadult!
7 Weeks in Stockton
Counting down now, only 7 weeks left of travelling to and from Stockton. Early mornings and late nights with an endless stream of work and no-one available to do it.
Will I miss Stockton? Nah.
Nice bridge though, looks all pretty on a night time
Fright Night
Oh look what happened to the last mite that came begging for sweets. we even got howling monsters playing in the background.
Welcome to Fright Night.
Wooooooooo
What did you do with your Saturday night, restaurant, bar, cinema, nope we gutted pumpkins ready to scare the bejeezers outta the local brats.
Pumpkin head one and two, set, teeth rot sweets ready, set, ghoul mask, fake head and bloodied tee-shirt, oh we are so set. Kiddies beware the boogie man, you will have nightmares!!!!
Mrs Fogg shows off her Beaver
A relaxing day off and an amble round the shops with Mrs Fogg on the hunt for a pair of the totally over priced and totally useless THUGG boots (or whatever stooped name they have).
Having seen sense after looking at the uber trendy THUGGs (£250 for non water proof moon boots), Mrs Fogg settled on a more reasonable and still quite trendy pair of boots called “BEAVER”.
So Mrs Fogg truly does have her Beaver on show (hee hee in a very Carry on Styleeee).
Edinburgh Cobbles
Welcome to Edinburgh. Home of tartan. I’ve been up here since 10.20 this morning and been ambling around the city since lunch time.
I’ve learnt loads today:
1) High heels are great when worn from car to office but KILL when navigating cobbled streets, tourists and steps. Four hours of ambling and Ouch!!
2) UGG boots may look ugly but I want a pair, they feel like soft comfy slippers.
3) There are more big issue sellers and buskers here than anywhere else. The buskers are just posher with bagpipes and kilts.
4) Kilts are sexy only on sexy men. Absolutely no one else should wear them
5) There are no interesting shops here. The famous department store must have been designed by Houdini, once inside you cannot find your way out, nor can you find their toilets, cafe or escalators.
6) Sitting down does not stop my feet throbbing!
7) Pigeons are plain daft.
8) Edinburgh has some cool architecture
[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]
How Many Sleeps to Christmas
Only 62 days to Christmas Woooooo Hooooooo. Can’t wait.
Next weekend is Halloween and time to up the ante and see how many kiddies I can give nightmares to with the mask and decapitated noggin.
Turkey already ordered, ready for TheFolks to descend on us at Chrimbo (sorry its only a 12lb’er). Magnums of bubbly ready for New Years Eve (yo Mrs Caddy Frog).
And only 90 to NZ (and Mrs Foggy has planned out the North Island, so only the South left to do).
Sooper