The remarkable land of the bleeding obvious.
Nice room, friendly staff, but then what is that? A little hand written post it note stuck on the bed head. Which on closer inspection begs the question of what happens if you don’t have a post it note?
This morning we head off to collect The Harley and then head to Titusville via Christmas in what is touted to be heavy thunderstorms, nice.
Orlando
Ah bed, how I love ya.
Not a bad flight, but Virgin Premium economy has certainly tanked.
Arrived after 8.5 hours on the plane, just off for a swim, some lobster then bed.
All set for sunshine or rain. After an impromptu brekky with the Caddies, trying to find a car park space and then the grumpy airport security, we are all set.
Write you from across the pond.
Hurrah, boarded loft and access. All my dreams come true and somewhere else to hide the plethora of empty boxes,
We have a new alarm clock! It’s very accurate and goes off bang on 5.30 each morning. No adjustment is possible for weekends.
The alarm pitch is set at that irritating level you cannot ignore. It works through doors and walls and literally keeps going until you react.
This alarm clock also moves so getting to shut it up takes effort, so you really are awake once you finally shut it up. It also has a snooze alarm and cannot be tricked. If you think you have shut it up, give it 5 mins and it starts again and can go for hours.
If you do manage to figure the off switch, watch out. It has a spring mechanism that if you leave it by the bed it starts bouncing around the room.
Where can you get one of these devices?? Get a cat!
Well thank you one and all for the 3rd annual CT2, where everyone got into the spirit and the spirits got into most peeps.
Food, excellent company, fun, humour and a really cool family atmosphere. Well done to Hazel and Charlie for the wacky Chrimbo dip, with such blinding items of Alcohol Free Alcohol(an empty bottle). Air guitar strings, unicorn poo (marshmellows), idiot spray, stress patch (bubble wrap) and road kill badger.
The highlight was watching the girls go up for their glider lessons, the lowlight was the fact that the pilot brought them back again!
A wonderful weekend, here’s to CT2 2015. Who knows what we can plan in the next year.
Poor ole wills jumped off the settee when Mrs Fogg pumped.
Yup it’s one year to the day since we bought our house. Celebration Foggy stylee as per usual is a bottle of poo.
And coming up Cristmas Take 2.
From timid cat to glamour puss, little Willow is settling in nicely now, shredding duvet covers, carpets and posing for pictures in her spare time.
