Must be Christmas Eve then, the day I drive a very poorly Mrs Fogg to work and then watch people hurriedly buying that last minute gift. Oh and the only day of the year that I eat fast food, today’s choice Killed Fried Cat, yum.
Here’s hoping you all have a fantastic Chrimbo and New Year.
Alan Partridge move over, Mr Fogg is dressed and ready for Christmas!
So, just look at what Mr Fogg wore to work on Friday for a bit of festive cheer.
I did try to get him a festive onsie but he insisted on this homage to a movie…
Name the movie…….
Yup silly season and the annual Secret Santa rears it’s head, the limit £10, the gift, anyfhing. So what in the hell did I get, err a “JML Shower Feet”, except there’s only one of them. Why, I have no idea, but hey tis the season for giving.
So you lucky people, check your Christmas stockings on CT2!
A fun and tiring weekend with the Folks over on a flying visit. A rare chance to take 5 mins to clean the Hog (well actually 3 hours!) and then a womble to the local crap fair, sorry craft fair, which was crap.
And today chance for a swim before looking at cars when Mrs Fogg’s Turbo Nutta Beast goes back.
Oh yes we did see some reindeer at the local garden centre. Only 10days till the fatman tries to get down out chimney, good luck with that one.
The countdown is on. Bring on the Fatman with the prezzies!
Despite long long hours and early starts Mrs Fogg decided we were going on a surprise to somewhere for our anniversary (last year I took her to Paris, the year before she took me to Brussels).
So up at 6.45am (woo an hour to sleep in) and off by 8am, heading south, and then hey ho it transpires Mrs Fogg had booked us into the Castle Hotel in Lincoln bang smack in the middle of the Lincoln Christmas markets. What a wonderful surprise.
Now Lincoln is closed to traffic at this point so we have specific directions to a police line where we have to use a police escort the rest of the way.
All sorted so order of the day stalls of tat, mulled wine, mince pies, thousands of people, walking, more tat and more mulled wine. Tonight we have a 5 course Christmas meal in the hotel.
What a fantastic weekend with wonderful company.
As I wrapped Mrs Fogg’s prezzies she dressed our naked 4ft twee on the landing. Don’t it look cool.
All set for Chrimbo now, house back in order, sauna in the front room (seriously when you come over it is a case of shorts and tshirts only), house decorated fully, Turkey ordered, haggis ordered, Folks over on the 13th and the Rocket Man and Jenny from the Blok all set to light the village skies on New Year’s Eve.
And a happy 9th Anniversary to the most wonderful woman in the world, 9 years I know how lucky is she!
Tree one all dressed oh yes we are ready for the big man! And not a crossed word between us(mind you the missus knows I is right all the time and I have the most amazing taste)
It’s done, from fireplace to stove in one month and what a difference it makes too. Walls painted, we are almost ready for Christmas, just 2 trees to decorate.
It’s nearly done, walls painted, lights up and now carpet man due any minute.
Next stop is Xmas trees. Do we ever rest? I think not. Next is ebaying everything not nailed down to pay for it all!!
Now where’s that husband of mine and I wonder what category eBay would recommend? Thinking of selling his chef services or pork crackling special recipe.
