Brown Bag Versus The Lasso Kid

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Picture the scene, a wet stormy afternoon The Lasso Kid poised on the freshly seeded lawn for some quick draw action, nothing in his way but mother nature, gravity and a crap aim! in one quick flick of his Q&B lasso it was all over for Brown Bag one as the kid roped it and ripped it off like the consummate professional that he is. Brown Bag two put up more of a fight and the kid had to call for the help of Fluffy his trusty side kick.

Ok, so what the hell have you been sniffing I hear you ask? in our new garden sits Tree Beard, a gnarly old tree, so impressive they actually built a fence around him complete with large plastic bags that must have been there for over a year. My idea was to use my finely honed ninja skills to gracefully shimmy the tree to pull them off (personally I would have preferred to fly through the air like a dodgy martial arts movie except I pick the day when the wire operators take the day off), Turfman came up with the imminently more sensible, yet less spectacular approach of lassoing them (obviously unaware of my alter ego as the Lasso Kid). So Q&B 8mm x 30 meter lasso I ropes the first branch in one throw (told you I was good) and pulled it down sufficiently to start pulling the plastic off, one hand holding the ropes and one foot on the end of the rope to stop it springing up (visions of a cartoon Mr Fogg being shot into the air Wily Coyote Stylee). First bag off with Fluffy helping we moves onto the second higher branch. several lasso throws later and no joy until success we hooked the branch, however it was blocked by a bigger thicker branch, no worries, the Lasso Kid will use his Superman style strength to bend the branch down, no such luck as with one mighty roar (more of a whimper, but hey) he actually ripped the 20 foot long, 3 inch thick branch off catapulting him into the gate with the force of a forceful thing Job done, no task too big or too small for the Lasso Kid and Fluffy (the trusty sidekick). Step aside Bret Riverboat, take a hike Riviera Kid and go back to sleep Desperate Dan McGraw, we is on the case.

The Black Hole of East Yorkshire

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So all moved in now, 90% of our boxes emptied and most things up and working, save one, The Telephone & Broadband!

After sweet talking BT into getting a go live for more or less the day we moved in, we sat and waited at our appointed time, which came and went without sight of a highly skilled BT man. 5 minutes after the agreed time we got a text telling us that due to the completion of Line Plant works our appointment will not occur, what the hell does that even mean? other than Oops we forgot. To add insult to injury we then get a text telling us that since we had missed our appointment we would need to reschedule!

Mr Angry was on the phone to BT the next day (well we are in a black hole of telecoms, no mobile reception, no landline and no slowband, sorry broadband. Ah Mr Angry my name is Delores and I am being your home moving assistant today, oh god! Eventually appointment rebooked for another weeks time, what you have to understand Mr Angry is that this issue was unforeseen since no survey has been carried out, really so the BT man who came out 4 days earlier and stood looking at the telegraph pole was a bird watcher was he!

So awaiting the next excuse from BT (Bloody Terrible) which will be we have a tree in the way and it will need cutting back, but then the bird watcher will have spotted that!!!!!

Here we are in an age of technology where the third world are on 4g comms and in this supposed forward thinking country we can’t even get a sodding piece of cable run from a telegraph pole to a house.

Grrrr it makes my blood boil.

Wey Eye Newey

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Finally handed the keys back for the Beacon yesterday, so hofficially it is nowt to do with us anymore.

Still a stack of boxes to unpack and Mrs Fogg’s persistent requirement to add more things to make it a nice home.

No telephone despite confirmations from BT, and not the slightest bit surprised that they failed to deliver a service at the appointed time, let’s face it they are rubbish! No mobile signal so we are in the black hole of telecoms.

We do actually have a house sign now and a web address for the house (how sad), but since we have no broadband we can do nothing with it.

Here’s to one and all from the current occupants of Wai Nui (why newey) which is Maori for big water (now why do you think it’s called that?).

Good luck to Mr & Mrs CaddyFrog redoing their front room and Mr & Mrs Lucky who move into Tyddyn Yr Helyg today in the snow!

Bye Bye Beacon

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And tis done, a gallant and frought tiring few days for us and The Folks. A very big thank you to Turfman and Turfgal for all their hard work helpinging us move, clean, pack, unpack, build and get Wai Nui up and ready.

Beacon House has now been returned and we have finished opposite the graveyard. Mr Spike is settling in exploring his new house and we still have a few boxes left, but essentially we are in.

Now we can have a chill.

Wrong just wrong

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Picture the scene: Boxes everywhere as we are trying to pack all our belongings. Loads of empty boxes of electronic stuff because we keep them just in case Mr Fogg persuades himself that the latest and greatest might be better and I can flog the old version (complete with original box and all packaging) on eBay.

So, two very tired people last night were in our dining room trying to figure out how to get the hifi back into its box. It was definitely a husband and wife disagreement: Well YOU got it out, can’t you remember how the polystyrene fitted, Well YOUre the technical geek, and on and on we went……….. we tried before tea for about 40 mins, then after tea. My logic- throw the damn packaging, get bubble wrap. No no says Mr Fogg, ever the persistent type, it came out, it WILL go back in.

And then I noticed we were trying to put it into the box for the TV surround sound………………..

No comment!

[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]

Cooo Eee Coooo Eeee Mr Shifta

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When one was a nipper back in the 19somethings, I always remember the PG Tips chimps advert (aka cruelty to animals dressed like hoomans) of “Coo Eee Cooo Eee Mr Shifta”. I always thought what a cool job it would be, as a removals man, yeh right. We have now moved 8 times in 10 years and it ain’t fun, least of all when you are also closing down an office on the other side of country on your own. Still I may not have Mr Shifta but I do have a Mrs Fogg!

Bukke Ball Babe

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Well Mrs Fogg has had Bukke Balls for over a year now and done naff all with them, however at our Christmas do with the Finkies, Mrs Fogg was spurred on by Lil Fink making the cube and here we are a week later all cubed up and back in its box. The lengths the Mrs Fogg will go to pack anything in preparation for the move!

It’s The Final Countdown

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What a hectic few weeks it has been and will be, there is an end in sight (I hope). Back from holiday at the end of Feb and Mrs Fogg already planned a move to a new house. All the hassle ensues, smashed up car (with all the insurance wrangles), estate agents, landlords, having to write our own contract, dealing with the current numpty landlord (aka Mr Clueless), removals, post office redirects, local council “we don’t recognise the new house you are movin into cos no-one OFFICIALLY told us it existed” and yet you granted planning permission?

On top of this we have day jobs and trying to arrange viewings of the current house since Mr Clueless is unsurprisingly absent on this element (as well as servicing the boiler, fixing the doors, cleaning the death trap that is the decking, getting windows to open or repair dodgy wiring).

So a 30 minute chill at the local swimming pool before Mrs Fogg insists on more house packing activities (even though we are paying someone else to do it! yes it’s the getting a cleaner scenario and tidying before they arrive). Personally I am bushed and need a holiday having spent the last few days stripping a warehouse and skipping anything not bolted down (and if it was I would rip it up).

Still once we are moved we get a res rightt, err no, gotta rebuild wardrobes, computer desks, beds and anything broken apart for the move and unbox EVERYTHING

Put it this way come June 2nd I am jumping in that 8 man hot tub and not gettin out.

The New Chrimbo

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So this is what greeted the Finks for a weekend of merriment, good food, drink and games. But wind back the clock about 30 minutes with me and Mrs Fogg pulled down a country lane trying to change in the car, much to the interest of a guy who slowed down and stopped literally feet from us, patiently watching to see what happened next, pervy bugga. As we set off Mr Perv was still hoping for a night time fashion show!!

So move back to present time and there we stood banging on the door of the Finks whilst waving to passing motorists (imagine the tales they will tell their kiddies). We stayed up until 2am eating drinking and opening prezzies, ’twas Chrimbo all over again. Christmas day we ate stacks of food before passing out in the living room. Later on we played rounds of “Gestures” where you have to get your team mate to guess a word with only gestures, I do have to say that neither Mr Fink or I have any acting ability and boy did it show (Lion Tamers that look like scarey monsters, golf bowling umpires and the number 12) so we lost! but the girlies did cheat.

The night rounded off with a cracking 80’s movie (and as Mrs Fink pointed out Mrs Fogg almost pooped herself everytime something jumpy came up, and I provided the Brussel sprout effects). All told a
fantastic “New Christmas”

Cheers Finkies

Who Wants To Sit on Santa’s Lap

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Merry March, Ho Ho Ho. Here we go as we dressed for the occasion, Mr Fogg and I even dressed for the occasion. Fantastic evening with the Finks with food drink and fun.

Tomorrow we will be having a full Christmas dinner with party games.

[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]