We moved in almost a year ago with genuine thoughts of purchasing it, lovely large rooms, massive garden, bright and new, what more could we want? And slowly over the months settling happened(as it does), but the property went past settling, cracked sills, door frames coming away from walls, floors dropping from the floor tiles,ridges in all floors, windows letting all the wind through. Not to mention the house fly infestation, thousands of Mosquitos and tons of shagging pigeons!
The chance came to buy, but after the numerous visits by those well known builders Bodgit, Scarper and Screwem,we decided enough was enough. So on we go again, erasers at the ready to rub out our umpteenth address.
Time to go before the walnut finally cracks.
So the story goes that if you are the only house affected by a power outage you need to wait for a power engineer to hammer on your door anytime between now and whenever, but if anyone else calls up then they will send the engineer to the substation to see what the fault is. So why does the engineer need to come to your house at silly o’clock, simple us lowly non electrical folk don’t know how to check their circuit breakers of course!
Well they would send an engineer if they actually had a record of you or your house, despite paying our bills the electricity company have never informed the national grid who or where we are. Oh joy, nice to know you don’t exist, shame we can’t get the free electricity to go with the imaginary house!
Well at least we got power back at 4am, might as well stay up then.
Apparently this little sweetheart was entered into the local “Who can build the bustiest snow babe”. As you can see Mr CaddyFrog has his hand on the pulse, errr maybe not, well he is abreast of the times.
Our bird feeding station is currently being destroyed daily with hundreds of little birds, pheasant, grouse, doves, pigeons, rabbits, squirrels, hedgehogs and water rats.
So we look at the paltry flakes wishing we could build a snowman! or have a snowball fight where Mrs Fogg ends up covered, her hee.
I considered all sorts of options and finally opted to see if I could have a caricature done of him on his bike. Failing to find any artist remotely interested in that idea I unbelievably turned to eBay, only to find a local artist who lives literally 10 mins away from us. After talking through ideas and looking at his work, I decided to go for a more grown up result (yes we do pretend to be adults occasionally)
Doing everything via email and phone calls, Steve the artist produced an incredible pencil drawing of Mr Fogg on his Harley. It was great to see the picture develop and took him weeks of painstaking drawings to get the bike details, fine tune the background and free hand draw boots on my very own biker (the original source photo was of Mr Fogg while cleaning the bike complete with green wellies on).
I think it turned out very well.
Happy Birthday!
Well, a Route 66 T shirt of course ready for his road trip later this year.
Another year older, but still age 12 at heart….
We were introduced to crap indoor fireworks by the Finks a few years ago and boy are they terrible, in a uber uncool way. Besides the pellet that expands to resemble a bad dog poo, there is puff the magic dragon which is a tiny stick that gives out smoke rings, but the party piece has to be the potato mounted flare that lasts for all of 3 seconds.
This is the new cool, forget the expense of sparklers and rockets, you need a £10 pack of crap indpor fireworks (just keep all doors and windows open to get rid of the smoke).
Here’s wishing you all a fantastic New Year.
