Time to get shot of some of our book cum video cases. After frantic bidding one chappy bagged one, another bagged 2 and a lady grab the other two. Mrs Fogg duly gets on to let them know where we live since all items are set for local pickup only, low and behold the first muppet of the day lives in London! Go figure, but hey he is going to arrange a courier, methinks it would be cheaper to buy new from that Swedish meatball company.

Second chappy arrives to collect and paid a little more since we had no change (nice ploy Mrs). The lady arrived with child intow, but no-one to help her load them (apparently hubby had to go out so told her he hoped someone would help her at this end, nice), being the chivalrous gent I did my bit (and she was a hotty).

Lastly was the 3m run of wardrobes, where we had such wonderful questions of “how long are the 3m wardrobes”, “you stated that the two outside wardrobes are 50cm, don’t you mean 500cm” and “my girlfriend asked me to get in touch, will you end the auction for £50”. The winner then from the land of Chops duly arrived and in a nice big vehicle. So far so good.

Out pops 2 women, both after a night out on the town and looking like their hair went a few rounds with the Dulux dog and lost. Upstairs we go to see the wardrobe, offered them a drink and pointed out we removed the sliding doors last night to make it a tad easier (almost killing each other in the process trying to reverse follow instructions printed in arabic). So then we ask have you brought any blankets to cover the units in your van, nope just a sleeping bag, oh boy (consider the units have high gloss doors and will be sliding inside a builders van). Ok so you brought tools since you need to dismantle it, err no, we could use a knife if you have one? Oh boy!

Clearly these pair had no idea how to start, evident when one of them tries unbolting the roof and doesn’t expect the sides to collapse.

Cue us two, cannot help ourselves so we start to manage the pair. Unscrew that, lift there, you get the picture.

Magenta and Purple (yes they really did go mad with colour charts) happily chatted and marvelled at our coordination and within 45 mins we had the wardrobes plus the two youngsters loaded and driving off.

Good luck to the pair of them, they were going to pay a man to put it all back together again! Now to rest since I ended up carrying most of it downstairs and loaded said van too, who said chivalry is dead!

Less than 2 weeks to the move and still more boxes to pack, just remember to keep moving so you don’t end up on the auction site.

Silly hats, frivolity and fun, good food and lots to open (well how the hell else will we get our house move finished?)

We even have the oh so crap Christmas Pud Game. Who knows the queen may even do a special speech on the day.

Ho Ho Ho

And today we took a trip over to the Harley Davidson store, so that I can get a Harley helmet for the tour, but in the process Mrs Fogg has decided to be a biker chic and ride pillion when we do the 66. I think the thing that swung it was the fact you can get a ladies tailored leather bike jacket that makes you look even hotter than normal (is that even possible).

All I gotta do now is try to keep the bike upright as Mrs Fogg grabs hold of me to get on the thing. Looks like we will be travelling very very light indeed (carry anything you like providing it fits into a 25litre day sack!

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

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.

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.

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.