tWas Mrs Foggy’s bathday today she is xxyears old. Apparently I am not allowed to say that this is her 21st birthday for the 18th time.

We went to celebrate with the Barties in Hemel who were celebrating their anniversary as well. We had an amazing time on one of the hottest days of the year 31 degrees. Lorna had her first try of golf at a driving range thanks to the Barty crew, a cake with candles and a wonderful evening out.

Thanks for a wonderful time as always and we are still waiting to see you back in York.

Next year Mrs Fogg will be celebrating her 21st for the 19th time.

Tenuous link here, but Jobby aka the head of Apple computers (apple geddit), since I have upgraded my ailing iPhone 3G (which had gone to snail mode since installing iOS4) to the uber soopa iPhone4, now we is talkin!!!

Why the apple and a bite, as a homage to Alan Turning, who was originally heralded as the father of modern computing, who apparently and bizarrely committed suicide using a cyanide laden apple (muppet).

And this weekend we celebrated Mrs Fogg’s birthday a little early in Leeds at a nice hotel and a sooper meal at Wasabi Teppanyaki, watching the food being prepared on the hot plate.

Have Hippo Bathday Mrs Fogg.

Sometimes we travel all over the world only to find the most perfect view direct from our back garden. A perfect summers night just outside York.

Ah June miss ya (I knew a woman called June once) and now we is into Julie (I knew a Julie too but nowhere near as hot as a June), anyhoooo I digress. so tis the secundus of June and a nice hot summer (well for England) fussball is over (not predictable really) and now we are getting set for winter (depressing or wot). But whilst the nights are nice me and the Mrs are happily having fun with our Monster BBQ , booze and chillin after very long hard weeks. I am doing 50 hour weeks and the Mrs is not far behind at 48 hours, is it worth it, errr NO!

But it is a Friday, we are fed, gettin watered and now gonna chill. enjoy the summer y’all

For Christmas I bought Mr Fogg a little known game called Oshi, played by Samuri warriors in ancient Japan. It sat on a shelf for a while then with this wonderful warm spell we decided to play outside. It’s really simple but quite addictive. Oh did I mention I won?? It’s like two old farts in the garden at the moment, challenges for a game of Oshi and then Scrabble. Tee hee, this is all practice ready for my big “21 again” next year in St Lucia. Life feels great, shame this work lark gets in the way…..

So our really good friend Mrs Fink is doing a midnight charity womble tonight in aid of the Hospice of St Francis (Berkhamsted) and the challenge was if she raised £100 by this evening, she would do it in pink jim jams carrying a life sized plastic heron, well this is the picture of her all set to go and womble after raising in excess of £485, fantastic.

A fantastic cause and an excellent outfit.

Yes indeedy do, I got my birthday treat, a day riding 883 Sportsters, 1200 customs, Easy Gliders, Super Gliders and the ultimate Arnie mobile, The Fat Boy.

I gotta get me a cool bike now.

And on the way home we had to stop at Coed-y-Dinas, the wonderful little countrystore in Welshpool that we visited very frequently when we lived here.

Today is Mr Foggs Harley day in deepest Wales. I dropped him off this morning in Bullith Wells into a room full of Harleys to have a go at riding. Left to my own devices I have come along to the Elan Valley to a series of reservoirs. breathtaking, and the weather is just fab. Wales, we miss living here every day. I cannot explain it, but this is home! Who can resist the rugged hillsides, dark cliffs contrasting with every shade of green and soaring buzzards. clean white sheep and landscapes of every scale from every angle.

I visited a kite feeding centre this afternoon where over 200 red kites descend from the skies into one small field to eat meat put out by the Kite trust. An incredible sight to see these magnificent birds of prey gather and soar, darkening the skies for one brief moment as they come down.

Meanwhile, Mr Fogg is still riding Harleys through the Welsh countryside, wonder how he is getting on?

So the Mrs and I have joined an “hexclusive” gym at an even more “hexclusive” golf club, oh good god!!! Snobs. The gym is lovelly but the pretentious nature of the doddering ole farts up here is amazing, gad zooks.

We gymed this morning and then decided to go into the BAR, oh boy, never have I seen so many grave dodgers all done up for Sunday lunch and there was I scruffy T, shorts and thongs (that’s flip flops to you chortling in the background). Can we get our 3 course lunch for £13, errr no cos you aren’t sat the right side of the partition wall says the half dead ole bat serving, however since you are sat the wrong side of the wall you could have a lamb dinner, if we had any left cos the grave dodgers have scoffed the lot!!!

Our first experience of an “hexclusive gowlf clurb” full of Thriller extras!

Ah gotta love the snobby alf.