Oh for a little peace in the am. We would close the door, but then would come the head butting until we open it to let him in.
So my new temp role means a walk through Darlington high street, past the job centre and through an under pass without lights, oh dear. But that said the work is varied and interesting at the mo. This is to do with care homes and the horror stories I hear make you want to believe in euthanasia (people ripping carpets up with their bare hands, holding staff hostage in lifts, gripping radiators fighting staff off). Put it this way based on my limited experience so far a home is the last place I want to end up.
But not to worry, at least with this role I can find a less than average place to store the inlaws, way to turn that frown upside down.
One slight challenge though- these two options are in different countries, Sweden for the Sky station and Finland for the glass igloos. And how do you choose between them??
The other challenge is of course that I HATE THE COLD! Thermals def required.
So, we are flipping coins on both options. Option 1 is Sweden, stay at the Sky Station one night and then 2 or three nights at the largest Ice Hotel, one night in an ice room at -5 all night with lots of excursions such as dog sledging, reindeer sleigh rides, cross country skiing( or falling if you are me!) and snowmobiles! Option 2 is Finland for a night in a glass igloo, then 2 or three nights in warm lodges with plenty of the same trips. Decisions decisions.
The picture is from last years Ice Hotel Ice bar where everything including the glasses you drink from is made of ice.
Menu items in both locations apparently include reindeer steaks, hare and other local delicacies. Snow angels are a must, but preferably apparently naked after a hot hot sauna.
I’m in planning geek mode already. This will be organised for Mr Foggs birthday in Jan.
I think we will put house buying stuff on hold. Holidays is the way to go…
And to get in practice for cold weather…..we are planning a week in Ireland later this year. I’m sure The Folks will be delighted to entertain Mr Fogg and I for a week!! Better start the wine stock now.
[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]
Shoes buffed, shirts pressed and suit cleaned, all set to go. Back to even earlier starts in the morning and later finishes, but hopefully I won’t be sat twiddling my thumbs on this one and it should pay for the next jolly, where to, you’ll see soon enough.
How wrong was I, having to come back here on my last week, sat in the same hotel with nuffin to do in the area. Oh joy.
And now the countdown is on until I finish working in Doncatraz, where the letter “h” is missing from most spoken or written words. Thank god I as not learnt there orrible ways.
Only problem is that this was supposed to be Princess Wassername out of Star Wars, don’t think Mrs Fogg was happy with the final product.
Is this how Van Gogh started?
Oh well, bubbles here we come.
So this morning a nice late rise and straight into the hot tub for the last day before its collected and as you can see Mrs Fogg is making the most, book, glass of wine and chill.
Oh happy times, now where’s the grub.
Another fun packed weekend.
What a fantastic start to the Jubbly Bubbly party, her royalness queenie joined along with prince ginger, kate wossername that just married into them, Richard the Lionheart, the King and Queen and the King and Queen of Hearts. Since the theme was all things royal, it was hats off to everyone who dressed for the occasion (Mr Fink even had crochet chain mail, bonza).
The prize for the outfits went to Mr and Mrs CaddyFrog (sans wetsuit) who appeared into the BBQ complete with their own Pomp and Ceremony music playing in the background. The prize was of course an 18inch rubber duck that they could take into the hot tub.
Games ensued. swingball (where Mr Fogg absolutely thrashed LilFink), tennis (complete with the worlds worst built tennis net, thanks to the serving wenches), and the best game ever “drown the children in the hot tub”. Mr Caddyfrog was ever so slightly worse for wear 30 minutes after food (too much of the falling down water methinks).
So we’ve consumed a mass of dead animal so far and still a farmyard to get through. More of the hot tubbing and today watching the Royal procession go up the road, but somehow we won’t be joining in due to the typical British summer.
So raise your glasses and two hips and one hurray for the Jubbly Bubbly
