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Posted 15/02/2013 by MrFogg

Here I am at 22.15 sat in Manchester Airport, having battled the non existent car park signs, fought my way through the fag ash lil’s hovering around the doorways in a cloud of stale sweat and smoke fumes, to be greeted with the sign that Mrs Fogg’s flight is landing as planned at 22.35 (both of them apparently). Strange the that Mrs Fogg is texting me advising she is currently waiting for someone to defrost the wings and clear the snow from the plane before it can set off!

You would hope in this age of super fast broadband (obviously only applicable to city centres or London) that they could at least update the boards to show it might be delayed by at least an hour.

So then an evening of £4 per hour (yep you read that correct 6.6p a minute) with a choice for my tea of Mr Spud or Groggs Shergar and Potato Pie, oh bugger looks like Mr Spud has just closed, ah well it’s gonna be a “stable” diet for me then (bum tish).

The Countdown is On

Posted 14/02/2013 by MrFogg

So many countdowns on the go at the mo. One day until The Boss returns, 28 days to the new house, 50 days to Christmas Take 2, 93 days to Route 66 and 142 days to my next contract (wherever that may be).

Next stop pick up the boss from the airport and time to hear all about it.

The Boss

Posted 12/02/2013 by MrFogg

Mrs Fogg is in the land of knockwurst and lederhosen this week on her management training course, learning to be a more effective leader. Peace and quiet for me then, work, eat sleep until the boss comes back all charged and enthused with all that corporate talk.

Ah WalNut The House That Jack Built

Posted 03/02/2013 by MrFogg

Well it’s not actually called walnut, but is nicknamed that by the locals since they can’t pronounce the actual name.

We moved in almost a year ago with genuine thoughts of purchasing it, lovely large rooms, massive garden, bright and new, what more could we want? And slowly over the months settling happened(as it does), but the property went past settling, cracked sills, door frames coming away from walls, floors dropping from the floor tiles,ridges in all floors, windows letting all the wind through. Not to mention the house fly infestation, thousands of Mosquitos and tons of shagging pigeons!

The chance came to buy, but after the numerous visits by those well known builders Bodgit, Scarper and Screwem,we decided enough was enough. So on we go again, erasers at the ready to rub out our umpteenth address.

Time to go before the walnut finally cracks.

Welcome to the Dark Ages!

Posted 28/01/2013 by MrFogg

Memories of Wales come flooding back as we sit here at 12.30 in the am, sans power (remembering of course that modern DeCT phones need power to work, don’t they Mr Fink)

So the story goes that if you are the only house affected by a power outage you need to wait for a power engineer to hammer on your door anytime between now and whenever, but if anyone else calls up then they will send the engineer to the substation to see what the fault is. So why does the engineer need to come to your house at silly o’clock, simple us lowly non electrical folk don’t know how to check their circuit breakers of course!

Well they would send an engineer if they actually had a record of you or your house, despite paying our bills the electricity company have never informed the national grid who or where we are. Oh joy, nice to know you don’t exist, shame we can’t get the free electricity to go with the imaginary house!

Well at least we got power back at 4am, might as well stay up then.

Let it Snow

Posted 26/01/2013 by MrFogg

And the prize for the rudest snowman/ woman goes to Mr & Mrs CaddyFrog.

Apparently this little sweetheart was entered into the local “Who can build the bustiest snow babe”. As you can see Mr CaddyFrog has his hand on the pulse, errr maybe not, well he is abreast of the times.

in The Deep Dark Winter

Posted 20/01/2013 by MrFogg

Ah winter it is, although very little snow so far (good job really since the poor over burdened snow plough drivers who have to work 16 hour days 3 weeks in a year, must be oh so tired).

Our bird feeding station is currently being destroyed daily with hundreds of little birds, pheasant, grouse, doves, pigeons, rabbits, squirrels, hedgehogs and water rats.

So we look at the paltry flakes wishing we could build a snowman! or have a snowball fight where Mrs Fogg ends up covered, her hee.

RoadFogg

Posted 04/01/2013 by MrsFogg

In autumn last year I wanted to organise something really different for Mr Fogg for either Christmas or his Birthday.

I considered all sorts of options and finally opted to see if I could have a caricature done of him on his bike. Failing to find any artist remotely interested in that idea I unbelievably turned to eBay, only to find a local artist who lives literally 10 mins away from us. After talking through ideas and looking at his work, I decided to go for a more grown up result (yes we do pretend to be adults occasionally)

Doing everything via email and phone calls, Steve the artist produced an incredible pencil drawing of Mr Fogg on his Harley. It was great to see the picture develop and took him weeks of painstaking drawings to get the bike details, fine tune the background and free hand draw boots on my very own biker (the original source photo was of Mr Fogg while cleaning the bike complete with green wellies on).

I think it turned out very well.

And the best card award…