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.

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.

Goes to The Caddies, for so accurately describing Mr Fogg.

Happy Birthday!

It’s Mr Fogg’s birthday and what do you get the man who already has everything he needs?

Well, a Route 66 T shirt of course ready for his road trip later this year.

Another year older, but still age 12 at heart….

Picture the scene, 4 sozzled “hadults”, seeing in the New Year with the most spectacular “crap” fireworks you have ever seen.

We were introduced to crap indoor fireworks by the Finks a few years ago and boy are they terrible, in a uber uncool way. Besides the pellet that expands to resemble a bad dog poo, there is puff the magic dragon which is a tiny stick that gives out smoke rings, but the party piece has to be the potato mounted flare that lasts for all of 3 seconds.

This is the new cool, forget the expense of sparklers and rockets, you need a £10 pack of crap indpor fireworks (just keep all doors and windows open to get rid of the smoke).

Yey 2013, a wonderful end to the year spent with the Caddies at the “local” in monkey suits and cocktail dresses, before coming back for a fun evening of drink chat and first footing.

Here’s wishing you all a fantastic New Year.

It’s Gawn, thank goodness. Turkey sandwiches, Turkey curry, Turkey soup. Turkey cheese. You name it we’ve Turkey’d it. Thank goodness it’s only once a year because we’ve had it for the last 6 days!

Ah roll on “Non” Turkey meals for the next 360 days, well until next Christmas.

Next stop, New Year and the James Bond DJ.

We now have a local Yo! Sushi, woo hoo. It’s about time one of these arrived, since the nearest one was previously over 90 miles away.

An afternoon then of food, food and more food, and we still have half a turkey to consume (oh boy).

What do you do tween Chrimbo n New Year?

That’s right drive in the pouring rain to Winking Willies in Scarborough for some Fush n Chups. It’s gotta beat another day of turkey (since there is sufficient to last to March).

A nice freezing cold walk round then back home to the warmth.