When its Gawn

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It’s Gawn, thank goodness. Turkey sandwiches, Turkey curry, Turkey soup. Turkey cheese. You name it we’ve Turkey’d it. Thank goodness it’s only once a year because we’ve had it for the last 6 days!

Ah roll on “Non” Turkey meals for the next 360 days, well until next Christmas.

Next stop, New Year and the James Bond DJ.

Yo! Mrs Fogg

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We now have a local Yo! Sushi, woo hoo. It’s about time one of these arrived, since the nearest one was previously over 90 miles away.

An afternoon then of food, food and more food, and we still have half a turkey to consume (oh boy).

Fush n Chups

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What do you do tween Chrimbo n New Year?

That’s right drive in the pouring rain to Winking Willies in Scarborough for some Fush n Chups. It’s gotta beat another day of turkey (since there is sufficient to last to March).

A nice freezing cold walk round then back home to the warmth.

Chrimbo Fush n Chups from here.

Meet Mrs Claws

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Christmas Day may be over but Mrs Claws is up and about and having fun.

When not banging her drum (badly) she can be found with a pillow stuffed up my Santa suit to pretend she is the big man himself.

Red Nose not needed Rudolph, Mrs Claws nose is already glowing.

Little Drummer Girl

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How to entertain an hadult, give her a desktop drum set to play with and make some noise.

5am saw me outta bed, setting the fire and readying the Buck’s Fizz for Mrs Fogg to awaken at 6.30am.

A fun hour spent unwrapping and making a mess, oh and opening prezzies.

Turkey all preppd, fart machine Brussels all done, now we chill before the feast.

A very Merry Christmas to you, one and all.

Mr & Mrs Fogg.

Christmas Eve Crackers

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Ah Christmas Eve. the night before the big day. This year I found the perfect pre Christmas gift for Mr Fogg and could not resist getting him to open it.

Chippendales stand back. I have my very own sexy Christmas sparkler.

Happy Christmas Eve everyone.

To top it off Mr Fogg has just bought me Fifty Sheds of Grey. A bestseller. And nope, it’s not a typo.

So the Road to Hell

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So the road to hell was empty but hell itself was jam packed and had a name, last minute panic buyers.

With Mrs Fogg having to work I ventured to the hell that is a mall. People rushing, pushing and jostling for the last minute bargains. There is no peace on earth and good will to all men here, just fight for what you want!

’twas the night before Christas

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And all through the house.

Oh yes it’s Christmas Eve, a few little traditions such as watching the annual NORAD Santa deliver presents around the globe and reading the night before Christmas.

But after all this is only our Christmas number one, with the newly created tradition of celebrating Christmas number 2 in March, poor ole Santa has to do it all again for the Foggy’s and the Fink’s.

So it’ll be an early rise tomorrow am, as the little kid gets his chance to come out.

Can’t wait.

An Unexpectedly Long Film

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So we got to see the Hobbit after walking round Hobbitton almost a year ago. It was so cool seeing the party tree and Bag End having stood there during our NZ road trip.

The film then, a very very long “bum numa” with a lot of poetic license in places. This was only part one of three (methinks a cushion is called for next time), but it is no Lord of the Rings I’m sorry to say. It was a nice film but lacked the oomph that LoTR had.

Still Christmas Eve Eve.

Christmas Dinner

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Almost made it to the end of the week and a few steps closer to Christmas. Last night we went for a meal with the folks and the waiter obviously thought that Mrs Folky was too hot, so tipped the contents of her wine over her. So after leaving the restaurant all you could smell was the wino as she walked to the car, well she can always suck it out of her clothes if she needs a drink.

And today the local sandwich company delivered a turkey meal in a polystyrene pot to the office, yum yum.