Hurrah, boarded loft and access. All my dreams come true and somewhere else to hide the plethora of empty boxes,
Alarm Clock
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!
Christmas Take 2
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.
Who Poop’d
Poor ole wills jumped off the settee when Mrs Fogg pumped.
Happy New Year
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.
Model Subject
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.
BBQ 2014
Hoorah, 2014’s firstist BBQ
And many more to come
A Lane of Memories
I dropped Mrs Fogg off in Leeds to meet up with one of her old friends and after brief womble around the Harley store I decided to head off down Nostalgia Avenue, turning right at the Reminiscent roundabout then 2nd left into Memory Lane to visit some of my old haunts.
You see I was brung up (or dragged) in Leeds on a council housing maisonette estate, which was apparently built on a monks burial ground. As I drove back up there I knew they had pulled them down and replaced them with new houses, but it looked no different at all. I drove up to my old primary school which some how seemed a lot bigger then than it did 37 years later. The room at the bottom right was my form room
Looking back down the hill that I used to walk up as a little snot in shorts (rough doesn’t do it justice).
So after many years of the south of England I ventured back north to my first property that I bought on the edge of a war zone in Bradford, where kids as young as 4 and 5 would rip flowers out of flower beds and break into cars. I even videos them one night, passed it to the police who then did squat with it. My two storey flat was the one at the bottom in 1998
Over then to the first house that Mrs Fogg and I bought together, a quirky 2 storey from the front and 3 storey from the back, where we had arguments with the builder over poor build (and won), methane bore holes in the back garden, cemetery opposite and knockin shop 100yds away (we used to stand at the front of the house setting off a camera flash to see how fast the blokes would jump back in their cars and speed off). We celebrated New Year 2001 here (the blinds we put in are still there as well).
After 18 months of living in a caravan through 2 winters, we finally finished building our house which looks no different today, complete with the bench that Mrs Fogg brought from her own house when we moved in together.
We had the USA BBQ there in July 2005 just before we headed off to the states for 3 months, then promptly got itchy feet and sold it.
All told a fun day looking back, a lot has happened in the last 16 years since my first house, do I feel any different, not really, I’m still a lost little kid who remembers the school playground being a whole lot bigger than it is today. Would I change any of my experiences, hell no.
Anyway foot down as I drove back to Reality Close and met up with the gorgeous Mrs Fogg.
Really Bad Kitty
And the final season of Breaking Bad is getting really good, so good that Willow cannot get enough.
What on earth will she do when it’s over? Any new shows worth viewing?
