And then gets stuck in the mud!!!!!!

Yup our monthly delivery of food turn into a comedy sketch.

Opening the door expecting to hear the friendly footsteps of the click click knock knock brigade, all you could hear was wheels spinning in the mud and a little lady shouting “I’m STUCK”. The poor lady had decided to turn next the grave yard only to find that there is around 6inches of mud.

After an hour of trying to push and roping in the neighbours, it was well and truly buried, so we had to give up.

2 hours later the poor lady is still waiting for the RAC truck to turn up.

Tesco here we come.

Twas a cold wintery day as we ventured out along the pier in Bridlington.

Stu decided to walk along the pier wall when we captured this “special” photo.

Fantastic evening at the Elvis world championships, good food, good entertainment and excellent company.

So here we are, the Foggies and the Caddies at the Elvis Weekender in Bridlington. Apparently 30,000 people will descend on this town, however if we saw more than 20 people it would be a miracle.

What a hoot of a night watching the world semi finals for Elvis Impersonators.

So this is Mr Foggy, getting slightly mewwy. Mrs Fogg arranged a surprise evening away in a tiny village in the North Yorkshire moors (ah stay on the path and beware of a full moon did spring to mind, especially since we passed a Slaughtered Lamb free house).

We went to Hawnby, with an aptly named The Inn (imaginitive). The rooms were nicely appointed and there was a nice bottle of fizzy stuff waiting too. There was a 6 course meal (one of which did resemble Sheba cat food, as Mrs Fogg so loudly pointed out to all the other diners), but it was a fantastic evening and Mrs Foggy looked a million dollars (as she always does).

It was a wonderful surprise and after 10 years together it is wonderful to be in Lurve with such a wonderful woman.

Soppy bit over with now, back to the humdrum of work, but still got Elvis to look forward to (yes I know he’s dead).

So here is Mr & Mrs Foggy all ready for the Elvis World Championships (UK edition), to be held in Bridlington.

We are off to see 12 UK finalists strut their stuff and decided to go all set for the occasion as our own Foggy Presleys, Uh Ho thank you very much.

It will be a fantastic evening with Stu and Jen joining us for a chuckle.

Look for the pics on the blog.

So this week I finally got confirmation that I’m officially being made redundant. In fact about four of us are from the company I work for. Although I knew it was coming this is a new experience for me and I’m not impressed. Still, despite the “ok what next” feeling it somehow feels quite good to know there is an end to the current role and an unknown corner to turn. While others around me worry and flounder I find myself quite relaxed and confident that life will always deliver the goods.

Why do I feel this you may ask? Is it Valium or alcohol that clouds reality? Well no actually it is just the recognition that all you really need is someone to share the shit times with and that we truly create our own destinies.

So, when in the future I don my Costa Coffee apron, remind me that I created this little destiny!

So onwards, upwards and bring on the next challenge. I’m ready now.

Well Mrs Foggy and I went to the flicks today to see the Book of Eli and well tricky to sum it up really, but the math don’t add up somehow.

Denzel has spent 30 years walking from the east coast of America to the west carrying a book, sure the Internet would be faster and more secure though. Given that it’s only 7000 miles, it means he has walked less than a mile per day, good job then that it wasn’t an important delivery too!

If you ignore the story line then it’s not a bad movie and it does have Mila Kunis, who is a ringer for Angelina Jolie.

Go see it, but ignore the story and enjoy the acting.

Here we is with Mrs Foggys passion waggon, venturing slowly home in the winter snow and minus temperatures.

Like the rest of the country this is our A road, beautifully treated by the local council. Ah where does my council tax go I wonder.

Next thing will be dirty great potholes in the road and the local council grabbers demanding more tax to do repairs and stockpile that one shovel of grit for next year.

Oh well sure looks pretty.

Oh my, Mr Fogg is 42 years old today! Although as his blog already says he is still only young at heart. I know this because Mr Fogg waited up last night to open his pressies at 1am and proceeded to build the Science Museum bug there and then. Ten minutes of tormenting poor Spike with it and we were all wide awake.

So tonight I’m taking my beautiful man for a birthday meal and the plan up to then is to stay warm and cosy. Back to bed then me thinks. Mr Fogg needs the rest after such a long walk!

Happy Birthday!