Well a full fun packed day, up, brekky, out to see the Moulin Rouge (hey sister, soul sister) and then up to Sacre Coeur in baking 32 degree heat and clear skies. Pickpockets with their latest tricks spotted by Mrs Fogg, sketch artists screwing our American cousins over Euros for drawings that unless I’m mistaken means everyone looks like Patrick Swayze or Tina Turner?

Incredible views and of course grub with mussels, oh yum, before a final womble then a taxi to the airport, chaotic service onboard jetpoo and then back to cloudy skies and rain, boo.

A lovely weekend and a chance to introduce the folks to that there France, ah I love it dearly and can’t wait to visit it again!

The highlight has to be lunch on the Seine with the Folks completely plastered and having lots of fun. And Mrs Hulk foot walking better now, hurrah.

Happy Birthday TurfGal.

A long walk round Paris today, down to the Eye Full tower, then onto a lunchtime cruise arranged by Turfman and Turfgal. The cruise takes 2 hours and has a 4 course meal where we also managed trois bottles of falling down liquid and some fizz. An absolutely fantastic treat, well worth it.

A womble on via several beverage stops and as usual Mrs Fogg found the opportunity to graffiti, I can take this rebel nowhere!. On then to Notre Dame cathedral and still no hunch back bell ringer in view.

Now back to the hotel California, where they have ready our room for the night before we head back out for a snack.

And here we have the folks and Mrs Fogg ready for another alco beverage at the edge of the Arc de DooDah.

After a stroll along the Champs de thingy and nice grub at the Hippo restaurant we stopped for a wee tipple with Mr Yul Brinner lookilikee (according to Mrs Fogg), who brought out the cheque for 2 coffees and two beers, €26.40, my god! Better than that as Mrs Fogg handed over €30 he adds “Not encluding serveece charge” and promptly walked off with the cash. Being good little Brits we waited for our change which wasn’t gonna materialise, so i walked in and told him to bring out our change at which point he begrudgingly came back to the table and emptied his pockets of all his shrapnel, then stood looking in dismay as Mrs Fogg scooped it up into her purse. That’ll teach Yul to mess with us!

Not Jumping Frog and baa lamb stroking

Yup our froggy population is increasing, although if he sits in the middle of the road like this for long it’ll be a “I toad ya so”.

And then we went of sheep petting at midnight in the garden of good and evil.

Now we is getting ready for the cartoon character themed meteor BBQ in August.

Crazy Golf, once the preserve of saddos like me who can’t play golf for toffee, blighted by Health and Safety rubbish.

Yes you see correct, the crazy windmill moving at 0.0001mph now needs to have a safety barrier erected to protect us from our own stupidity. Believe me if you walked into this and got hurt you deserve a wet kipper in the face!