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.

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.

I don’t know, you plan for a group if friends to come for the weekend and neatly order a tonne of logs to coincide with the visit (just on the off chance that additional help is offered..tee hee) and what happens? Everyone cancels!

Doh! Two hours later and Mr Fogg and I have stacked, sorted and shovelled the whole lot into the log store, fireplace and front porch. Shattered now.

Still, one more job sorted for Christmas. Next it’s tree time! Yippee