Lil Piglet has been with us exactly 2 years now, during which time I have managed just over 3,000 miles, 2 drops and 1 slide off at 40mph.
So long Lil Piglet, it has been a pleasure knowing you. Oink Oink
Cars washed (yup I get the pleasure of cleaning Mrs Foggy’s manic monster), jolly out on my Lil Piglet, with the day rounded off with a dead meat fest, oh yes.
And now it all starts again, another week of work until the next BBQ weekender, 5 days and counting.
The talking was so hard to hear over the music that you struggled to hear it (or was that just our little cinema), the baddie sounded like he was under water in a plastic bag, the story was written by a 10 year old and you could see the ahem supposed shockers coming as though they had a big flashy light on them, this film was soooooo bad.
The only saving grace was catwoman, otherwise I would have up and left.
Anyone tells you this film is worth seeing, obviously slept through the entire thing. and reading some user reviews it would I appear I am in a majority of 1.
The Dark Knight should give me back my money!
Mrs & Mrs Caddy came over to visit, Mrs Foggy had booked an aromatherapy massage for her and Mrs CaddyFrog in Feb, but due to one thing and another it never happened. So this weekend it was rebooked, although the Caddys arrived late on Saturdays so it was a mad dash to get there. Mr CaddyFrog and I had a leisurely womble for lunch before a gentle strole back to sup some beer.
Saturday night we booked into Judsons in Pocklington for an evening meal and Mrs Foggy looked oh so WoW! (min you she looks amazing 247). A fun evening of food, chat, wine and laughter ensued until the wee small hours.
Today was a mixed bag of eating (Mrs Foggys amazing lamb shank dish), enjoying the rare appearance of the shiny ball in the sky and a trip to Langlands.
All told a very nice weekend of eating, drinking and chatting. Only 5 days until the next weekend.
This time last year she was sipping champagne in St.Lucia on a speed boat with the sunset behind her and this year, sat at work in Sheffield, oh well.
Still many Hippo returns and a whopping great Hippo Bath Day to you Mrs Fogg, the hottest an hardest working wife in the world.
We all loves ya.
But……we have a friend moved in. A large wild rabbit and her baby have taken residence. Will Thumbelina survive??
I woke this morning to a garden full of animals. Two rabbits, three squirrels, two Jackdaws, one pheasant and goodness knows how many Blackbirds and Blue Tits. A right menagerie. Oh and the usual pigeons copulating everywhere.
Rural? You bet.
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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.
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