Where the hell has this year gone? We were only just talking about going to the Harley 115th anniversary like a few days ago (well Feb actually) and suddenly it’s upon us.

In 2 days time we will mount the mighty steed and head off into the sunset.

Can’t wait.

So after a tiring day on the bike, followed by Mrs Fogg cutting the grass (on the sit on mower of course, I think I’ve managed two goes on it before being booted off), time to chill in the summer house with a BBQ

And of course it is so tiring being a cat, you just gotta help yourself to anything

and now it’s so pretty at night

And here we go after 4 months of waiting, it’s taken 11 hours to go from this:

To this:

It’s amazing what you buy when you’re drunk!

Commenced on Thursday

An intense 2 days of window people, builders, painters and building regs people, cutting and smashing walls out, painting and tidying has got us to 95% done. A bit of floor tiling, wall painting, log cabin building and tidy up is all that’s left of this mammoth schedule. Not bad for 5 months.

Has it been worth it, we think so, to move from this lovely little cottage effect house, with poorly fitted wooden windows, Boring Ashley Chintz, poorly fitted and maintained heating system, electrical issues and a leaking garage roof:

To this, a modern, open and airy property with a modern look and feel (including working electrics and heating system that doesn’t cost £276 a month to run):

So by the end of August, fingers and toes crossed, it will all be done and we can try to enjoy it.

KNACKERED!

With all the hot weather, this is now our makeshift bedroom, complete with all mod cons, air mattress, sleeping bag and ventilation. The toilet consists of a “find a secluded hedge” and toilet paper is courtesy of dock leaves (or thistles for the masochists among us).

Enjoy your week.

Welcome to the Foggs BBQ with the CaddyFrogs, the Finks and the Smiths.

Food, fun, drink and marshmallow roasting.

After a fun packed journey on the Belmond Pullman, time to shower and change before going to the Duchess Theatre to see “The Play That Went Wrong”, which is an awesomely funny farce about an AmDram club putting on a murder mystery, complete with collapsing sets, missing props and forgotten lines.

And finally here we are at 11pm enjoying a lobster, muscle and crab feast just off Covent Garden.

Happy Birthday Mrs Fogg. Time for bed now.