So, in two days time I’ll be two years away from the big 40. How time flies. I’ve done so many crazy things over the years that I feel really lucky to have had the chance. Most memorable so far include: Meeting Mr Fogg, taking flying lessons in a Fixed wing aircraft, helicopter and glider, having a go at paragliding. Playing passenger in an Evo 8 going around a race track, retiring from work aged 34, travelling to some amazing locations- Hong Kong, Japan, 14 US states, Europe, living in an idylic location in Wales, learning the Greek language and lots lots more- some of which I’ll not put into print (but boy were they fun).

So, another year older, must plan for next year’s fun. High on the list is doing something more insane than I have achieved so far. Suggestions on a postcard please- apart from bungee jumping.

Is it just me or does time really speed up, is Mr Foggs hair disappearing at the same rate that mine is going grey and are all people just truly annoying in the Supermarket, high street etc?

Glass of wine beckons. It’s good for you don’t you know?

Beware of the Strawbelly Monster mainly seen at summer fete’s snacking on the ripe strawbs with tonnes of cream on them.

If you see this creature, hide your strawbs at all costs, she will have them.

Managed to persuade Mr Fogg to try another village fête this afternoon. So glad I did. Here we are in Helperby in a very well organised fête. Lots of stalls, pubs open, open gardens and a very special pimms bar at the village hall. We were so impressed we just had to stay for a while. All told a lovely day. We are told the accronym for the bar means “domestically inept menopausal males” how fitting

This one really really sucks!

This is the Newton on Ouse Summer Fete, which is on the school playing fields tucked away from everyone. There are no signs to it and there are no signs of life whilst there. It cost a pound to get in and when you mention there are no signs to it, you get told, oh we will change that next year! Shame cos we won’t be coming back!

The Alne fête last year was fantastic, but we missed it this year. Newton really needs to improve cos it sucks

So it is a nice Sunday sat here with the Caddy’s enjoying tonnes of dead animal on the monster BBQ.

A fun afternoon had by all with Mr Spike getting all the attention.

Roll on the next visit when the Caddys and the Finks come together

Hoo Har have we now got a monster BBQ to play with. We’ve gone posh with an American styled gas guzzler already sizzling with the smell of sausages, lamb chops and burgers. Ah the ease of being able to flick a switch and no charcoal smoke in yer eyes. Gonna have to plan a few BBQ parties now to get some cooking practice

So come one, come all, friends invited to the Foggy BBQ.

This is a reminder to Mrs Fogg and me, here we are at 4.29pm on Sat 13 June in Orlando International Airport at Gate 81, awaiting our flight back to Manchester.

What a fun 2 weeks it has been, Universal Studios, Blizzard Beach, Downtown Disney, Cirque du Soleil, 5 movies (Star Trek, Terminator 4, The Hangover, Land of the Lost and Drag me to Hell), St Augustine, Medieval Times, Crazy Golf, shooting range and chillin in our pool. We managed to eat at Bubba Gump, Red Lobster, Applebees, Pizza Hut, Smokey Bones, Rainforest Cafe and O.C Whites. Oh and we still managed to drive 644 miles in our quirky Chrysler Seabring.

Now we are heading back home to plan our next holiday in September.

And as the Florida holiday draws to an end we look so happy at leaving 90+ degrees of heat, constant sunshine, long days, eating round the clock and really enjoying ourselves. Oh no wait, we don’t want to leave, boo hoo!

As with every trip since I met Mrs Fogg, it has been amazing sharing experiences with such a fantastic and wonderful woman (soppy I know, but you just know when you have found the perfect partner, friend, wife and love).

Cold, horrible and damp England here we come.

And here is a proud Mrs Foggy with her target from the Shooting Gallery and as you can see after 25 rounds she managed to hit the paper at the top at least.

Now I know she will kill me for this blog but it is worth it for a chuckle and to make matters worse I whooped her at Pirate ship crazy golf!

So today we went to the oh so packed Blizzard Beach at 45$ a head, good grief, nut we did have fun on the slusher gusher, lazing in the acre pool and 2 trips on the family rubber ring.

Tomorrow is the last day here, boo hoo and then we start the trip back at 6pm US time on Sat arriving home somewhere around midday on Sunday. Oh well party time now then.

Tonight we will spend the evening frollicking in the pool with a glass of champoo.