Well little turkey cooked to perfection, sprouts exquisite, roasts fantastic, stuffing fabulous, a feast fit for a king and my queen, Mrs Fogg.

Mrs Fogg dressed for dinner and I even slung on something a little smarter than shorts.

Now all we gotta do is rest the belly, finish the Krug Champoo and chill.

Another fantastic Christmas day.

Mr Fogg has just stuffed the turkey and is about to pop it in the oven. I’m sure it should be bigger though……

A 10lb turkey, roast potatoes, sprouts, chipolatas, carrots, stuffing and gravy, can’t wait. We’ll both be asleep later after that little lot.

Happy Christmas All!!

Yeeee Haaaaaa it’s Christmas Day. I got up at 5am but left Mrs Foggy asleep until 6am.

So a wonderful morning and lots of prezzies, thank you to everyone.

So to warm the cockles here is us having a snog under our tree.

Right time to go and get the turkey ready.

Merry Christmas one and all, this was the scene from our bedroom window out across the neighbours and off across the fields. It’s fairly blooming cold with a bit of light snow on top of the 4 week old ice.

So today I have dropped the Mrs off to work and will collect her in a few hours, since she is finishing early (woo hoo). It’s fancy dress apparently, but I couldn’t persuade her to wear the Santa outfit, so instead she has taken the easy route with a pixie hat.

Well by 5am tomorrow morning we will have been up, had bucks fizz and opened all our prezzies.

Merry Christmas one and all.

After the debacle that was the attempt to get flowers to Mrs Fogg for our anniversary, I was pleasantly surprised that they sent her Christmas flowers a few days early to allow them to battle from snow bound Edinburgh.

Put a little smile on Mrs Foggys beautiful face and will hopefully make up for getting her out of bed to open prezzies at 4am in 4 days time.

Well ’twas our 6th anniversary on 7th Dec and in true romantic style (soppy sod) I arranged a beautiful bunch of roses to be delivered to Mrs Fogg’s work. But the weather is a cruel mistress and although the company dispatched the flowers in good time, the snow prevented them being delivered until 2 days later. worse than that is the fact that Mrs Fogg had to work in another office and never received them.

In an unprecedented show of customer service, the flower company arranged a second batch to be delivered at their cost so that Mrs Fogg had her flowers, even though a few days late. All I can say is hurrah for these rare UK companies that believe the customer is king.

Happy Anniversary Mrs Fogg.

Oh No He isn’t, Oh Yes He is.

Yup a man of my tender years has never ever been to see a Pantomime, have I missed anything? so we are off to one and taking half of the The Folks with us too (the sensible half decided to skip it).

I have no idea who is in it, beside some bloke that enjoys dressing as a woman in his past time, that and hoards of brats screaming at the stage (my idea of hell). I just know it’s gonna be worse than a Neil Diamond concert, except there won’t be some retiree throwing their knickers at the stage (well unless the in-law decides to of course).

Why am I doing this, well the aim is to try all the things I have never done so far.

Well for one little kitty it does. As an early Christmas treat and since the really cold weather settled in, Santa dropped off this little igloo for Spike and he cant get enough.

Meoow says the little man and then promptly went to sleep in it. If only everyone was that easy to please, eh Mrs Fogg.

And shiver just about everywhere else too. Driving in to work this am at 7.15 this was the temperature on the dial. Blooming Brass Monkeys.

Only silly idiots like me travel in on 4 miles of untreated sheet ice, before getting to the untreated main roads so that I can get into the office.

Hoping there will be something nice and warm waiting for me when I get back tonight.