Deep behind a conifer, tucked under an overgrown hedge and wedged in the corner of the garden we have an exquisite lily.
Vibrant orange petals framed by deep green shimmering leaves, it’s beautiful.
Shame it’s all in the corner. Might have to consider relocating it to a more focal point. Next year, when I have two fully functional feet that is
So this morning I did my usual exercise regime of hobbling around the first floor bedrooms.
Funny I thought, the carpet is wet in the guest room. I took a closer look. Oh no. Managed to pull the carpet back, then did the same to the landing carpet. Drenched carpet, drenched floor. This is right next to the main bathroom shower area.
Ok, can’t be the shower because we don’t use that one. I managed to pull the shower base cover off (not bad for hulk foot eh?) and oh dear. One very very wet floor with BIG mould. Oh shit.
At that point I confess a few choice words were to be heard. Talk about shit luck at the moment!
Cue Mr Plumber who kindly came out to help. He’s narrowed it down to a corroded washer in the wall where the shower is. So leak fixed, but new feature wall in place.
So, now we are going to have to let it all dry, scrub the mould out and find a plasterer.
So nothing else to deal with thanks. I’ve had enough.
No it’s a H OT Tub!!!
Hooo Yaaah, it literally is a Hippo BathDay, Mrs Fogg time to wash.
What kind of a loving husband would I be if I didn’t get Mrs Fogg a Hand Made card for her BathDay?
And here it is, romantic, loving, caring and DIRECT. No one could say that the art of seduction and understanding of the fairer sex passed me by. Mrs Fogg was so impressed she has even offered to make me a lupin crumble, sounds yummy.
Hippo BathDay Mrs Fogg, here’s hopping your foot gets better soon.
Our first crop of strawberries are ready. I’m impressed. From baby plants kindly supplied by Mr GreenThumb Caddie to actual rosy red strawberries ready for eating – and I managed not to kill the plants!
We’ve yet to taste them and I shall let Mr Fogg have the honours (of course we really SHOULD have champers with them but it may be a stretch in my new near tee total status)
However, I’m inspired. Sitting in the garden surrounded by hoards of chattering starling families, coal tits (so teeny), chaffinches, green finches, Great tits, blue tits, goldfinches, blackbirds, dives and woodpidgeons with glorious sun shining down, it’s bliss.
It gives you the urge to want to weed, sow vegetables ready for a late harvest, go watch bumble bees buzzing furiously into tightly woven rose blossom, rub lavender to release its heady scent and…..
No it doesn’t. It makes me want to be lazy, grab another large mug of tea, plonk on the bench, raise club foot and simply chill, listening and watching.
Oh and read Jack Reacher books. I’m addicted to them. On book number 8 and they’re fab. So shush please starling family, I’m trying to read here.
Like most of the UK we have enjoyed a very pleasant day with oodles of sunshine and warmth. I got the FoggHogg out again, after my 170mile round trip to Darlington yesterday and believe me it’s a pleasure to ride on days like this especially since everyone stops and turns when they hear the iconic sound of the Terminator’s bike (nothing quite like the sound of a FatBoy).
After riding its time to mow the lawns, strim the grass and cut the hedges and then reload the birdseed for our greedy fast food attendees (fat balls, suet and insects, seed , Niger seed and peanuts). As we managed to snap this little canary happily munching at the Fogg’s FlyThru.
Now it’s our turn to eat, BBQ beckons again.
Mrs Fogg just about able to stand unaided with her home grown rudebarb.
Looks like its gonna be a cool weekend, and me I’ve driven to work in Darlo on the FoggHogg (always an interesting experience on a bike with solid wheels).
Next stop BBQ Heaven all weekend long and this week we have a HotTub coming to celebrate Mrs Fogg being 22 years old (for the 21st time).
As we watch the stars SLOWLY appear we watch the 2 bats flitting around. And an obvious question springs to mind, why don’t bats live in a Battery? Watts that I hear you say, they have a different type of Ohm?
An interesting day, I eventually got to use my glider flight today, towed up to 2000 feet then released to find the illusive thermals. I got to fly this bad boy which is such a wierd feeling pulling 3.5g (3 and a half times gravity) on the turns and then weightless a moment later. Such a cool trip floating around for 40 mins and then seeing the Red Sparrows half a mile a way (I know it’s the arrows!).
Back then to clean the Fogg Hog for 2 hours, before surf n turf on the barby. And that ain’t no yoke!!! It’s a double
Not long now to the Perseides BaaBQ on the weekend of 9-11 August (look away any veggies, beef burgers selected from BaaaRian)
No-one has suggested a theme so we are going with Cartoon Characters, don’t forget there’s a giant plastic duck up for grabs on the best costume. And bring your swimming costume just in case a hot tub makes an appearance!