Only fitting that a show about man made addictions has it’s very own addict.
Willow sat through an entire episode this evening completely transfixed by the programme and then obviously went back to being a cat and destroyed her toy in front of the fire.
And here is young Willow joining us in the living room for the first time and what enticed her? Season 3 of Breaking Bad. Willow has been laid in front of the TV for 30 minutes watching intently.
TV Addict?
It’s 3.30pm on the 6th day of Willow in her new home. She is still incredibly timid but food and eating overrides most fears. Since about 12 she’s been trailing me demanding more food.
Honestly, I suspect if we opened the dry food bag she’d woof the lot and still want seconds.
It will take time for her to settle but she definitely meows and has a loud purr and thankfully very soft nails. Oh and she’s a contortionist. She has found sleeping under our bedroom cabinet (all of about 2.5 inches high) quite comfortable. Hilarious watching her come out again totally flat to the floor.
This ones a character all right!
Welcome to our new edition, Willow. A 2 year old who was abandoned. Timid, nervous and scared of everything.
Yup another year older, physically only, still a mental age of 12 though.
And what do you get for the man who has everything, yes a Man Tin to put odds and sods in (can you tell Mrs Fogg had no clue what to get me).
Mind you it did actually come with a chocolate toolkit from the Folks. Oh and of course a replica rusty bike and tickets to see Penn & Teller in Manchester in June.
Evening all, so it’s almost time to say bye bye to 2013 and hello to 2014.
A year of changes with a new house, a new bedroom and new living room just in time for Christmas. And 2014 even more changes as Mrs Fogg moves jobs after almost 4 years at the same company and I is now a grown up Managing Director of my own company where I get to boss the staff around.
2013 we will raise a glass to you and our friends and family (get well Mrs CaddieFrog). 2014 come on in and say a big fat hey ho.
Happy New Year.
With Teet Owl of course
This from the owl and falcon sanctuary that has opened up near by.
Boxing Day sees a nice late rise and then a pootle in thick fog to Scabby Boro for a womble on the beach and then Fush n Chups.
Nicely chilled but oh my still a monster turkey left to devour over the next month.
And here in all his glory, well elf jumper and hat, is young Mr Caddie after a long night delivering prezzies around the globe, don’t he look cute.
Tis a good job Santa Caddie has reindeer, since the non-flooding canal appears to be err, flooded. Mind you maybe it’s flooded because of too much rain dear?
Ho Ho Ho
So another Christmas morning and a late rise (6am). Fire roaring in the living room, Bucks Fizz in hand (no, not the tacky 80s skirt shedding pop group) and it’s time to see what Santa has brung us.
Here you can see Mrs Fogg with her hoola hoop and her very own personalised Wonder Woman with a 3D replica of her head, I really know how to treat a woman!
Turkey all ready to be cooked, it’s going to be a nice relaxing day with a beautiful woman.
Merry Chrimbo.
