Summer is officially here (ish), so heralded by the Foggys first BBQ of the year. It’s A beautiful sunny day so why not fry dead things outside, it is after all every mans right to make fire, UG!

Ah summer we love you, stay as long as you want.

And its only one week now till Mr Fink does his charity ride in a Hawaiian Shirt carrying a plastic heron. We hope you have been practicing!

We saw one of these badboys in town and just had to try it, fantastic, beer with tequila, wowzers!!!

In this day and age of technology the humble window cleaner still misses out. I’m sat here at the Trafford centre watching 2 guys clean every pane of glass with brushes. You are looking at in excess of 5000 panes of glass to clean by hand. When you finish you then go all the way back and start again.

No I am not joining that well known Midlands combo band, this is in reference to that once touted Unemployment Benefit form number 40.

You see I am now a member of the leisure brigade, after leaving my contract today. No I didn’t get bored, I am due to start at my new company on Tuesday, so I am between positions and enjoying a few quiet days before I start it all over again.

Yes as those clever German Tefal Heads say. Mrs Fogg rather disappointingly didn’t arrive home in a Delorean from Back to the Future, but instead turned up in a rather sexy black Audi S3 170 BHP monster, as she arrived the brightest thing on show was her teeth through the biggest Cheshire cat grin.

Good on you Mrs, you work hard for these perks.

So Mrs Foggy is due to get her eagerly awaited motor tomorrow and we are sat here chillin watching Back to the Future 2 (which is easily the best of the three if you ignore some of the glaring holes in relation to time travel), how cool would it be if the Mrs turned up in a Delorean complete with food blender on the back.

Fingers crossed and see you in the future.

It only took her one and a half hours to land, get through the worlds slowest passport control and then the hassle that is baggage claim.

Bright eyed and bushey tailed Mrs Fogg emerged from the airport and hasn’t stopped talking my ear off in the car for the last 2 hours, oh well bang goes the peace and quiet.

Here I am sat at Manchester awaiting the imminent arrival of one Mrs Fogg from her monumental tour of India this week.

So the planes is already delayed by 15 mins and no doubt the boss will be zonked after travelling from 2.30 this morning.

A short trip home (well about 2 hours, a little scran and then bed methinks.

No doubt Mrs Fogg will do an update when she is fit and rested.