And here we are at the hotel Amigo just off the Grande Place. Now rest, food and chillax.
Good Evening one and all.
Tin Tin and Choccies come from here.
Having checked on the drive over we headed for the Brussels Airline desk, whilst the other 11 taxis occupants all went to BMI (not realising that BMI had moved them to a different airline). We got checked in just as the woman closed the desk to anyone else, as 15 irate passengers stood fuming that we had been allowed through, so they should be too.
Fingers crossed this bloody plane takes off!
Next stop the airport if the cabbie shuts up gabbing.
Let’s see if we can fly out today at all.
Flight delayed further update at 7am, then the staff disappear from the gate to stop answering questions. Update at 7.30, nope, 8am, nope.
8.30 Flight cancelled, sort yourself out!!!
This year it was attempt at surprise again, starting with an overnight stay in a really crap hotel at Leeds Bradford Airport. The Travelodge shall not be named but it was better than the hole in Holyhead. So this am we arrive at the airport for 5 too bloody early, to find that Mrs Fogg has pulled a winner by booking a very dirty weekend to Brussels where we started to have some oh so naughty fun about 12 years ago.
Roll on a FUN packed time.
Happy Birthday to Mrs Fink and Mr Frogman.
And here we have the loverly living room tree all decc’d up and ready for the big man’s visit in 28 days.
Prezzies all wrapped and ready for delivery, we are ready for Christmas.
This wonderful little place has two massive hot plates where the cooks put on an amazing show whilst cooking your 8 course meal (8 courses oh my).
Good food and a good evening planned.
On this morning the fog be in very thick and yet the gentry and retirees can still be seen in their droves hitting their little white balls into some direction somewhere in the white mist. Methinks these may be slightly longer golf games than normal as they hunt their lost balls.
Anyway swimming and exercise thingy done, time for a full English!!!
Fret you not, this is not fake fur, it’s all real man made polyester complete with fire retard filling and a muppet inside. at that bloomin price I’d have demanded the sleeves too.
Guess who looks better in it, yup the one with the big hairy feet, Mrs Fogg (oops no Chrimbo gifts for me).
My precious.
