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
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Yeh SNOW. a really good drubbing last night sees us with about an inch of powder sat on top of the frozen and icy road.
Tis freezing here at -2 degrees at present and getting colder. Ideally we would go hibernate in bed, however today we have a trailer load of logs that need stacking away.
Every morning families around the country face the constant fight to be front of the queue for the shower before the hot water runs out.
In the Foggy household, Mrs Fogg is usually first while I prepare breakfast and then I can have my turn, but no more since Mr Spike has now stolen my place in the queue, so i get to be third!
Spike you have missed a bit.
One happy lil ole kitty. Mr Spike enjoys himself with yet another catnip toy from the Cat Shop in York.
Give him one of these badboys and he goes to town for hours without even knowing what he is doing or why.
If only life was that simple for humans a catnip toy and then passing out!
Yup Foggy Knievel put his bus jumping skills into play this week by turning a corner and losing control of the Harley Davidson Piglet.
In true style that only Torville and Dean would be proud of he pirouetted on the ice for a fraction of a second before allowing the bike to slide away with grace and style, except the dismount was neither.
As the event happened in slomo (as they normally do), Mr fogg witnessed the sparks rising from the bike as bits of it gouged itself into the tarmac.
So poorly piglet is in the shop checking out the damage and hopefully back on the road soon.
Hoo rar for untreated Yorkshire roads!
And now thanks to Bel, the latest Chrismas hit:
It’s that time of year again, the Christmas cake bake off. The kitchen is spread with baking stuff, oven primed and only 5 cakes to make, oh my!!
I’m a little late this year, but I can guarantee that there will be plenty of time to add ample helpings of Brandy to make these cakes sing!
Christmas here we come!
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Yes only 51 days to Christmas, that time of year when we get to sleep in until 4am, well Mrs Fogg does, then it’s a race downstairs to open all your prezzies.
My countdown has been running since the beginning of October and when we landed back at Gatwick on the 23rd there were decorations in the shops and then last night I filled up at a petrol station that was playing all the Christmas hits.
So here we go only 50 sleeps to Christmas and chance to track Santa delivering his presents on the Internet.
Ho Ho Ho
So this is the view that greeted the little kiddies outside our window this hallows eve. The perfectly carved pumpkin and a wierdo with glowing lights.
We had one group of nippers turn up and when I answered the door with a scary face on (not mine but the mask and bloody Tshirt) poor boy looked said “oh god”, jumped back and had to be caught by his mum, poor sod.
This was Twick or Twick at our house, we got to make a kiddy have nightmares tonight, and ate the rest of candy ourselves, hee hee.
Next year we will be visiting the folks to scare the bog trotters.
Mrs Fogg aka Ikabod Crane is ready for another years fun and haunting. Let’s see who we can scare tonight at the door.
Whooooo Harrrrr.