Had food, check, had a brush, check, had a fuss, check, been outside, check.
Life is purrfect, time to snooze now.
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Ah lovely, so not only did I have no bed due to monster paws and the missus, I get to enjoy another day of Stockton, which is quite frankly unattractive at best. Another early start (roll on the bank holiday rest).
If you have never been to this place, you are missing nothing, if you blink you miss it (well that’s the general idea anyway). For yuse guys in the south, picture Bennys End shops on a rainy day and that is the centre of Stockton.
The only saving grace is the funky bridge behind my office on the tees. if you look up the Tees Barrage that lovely industrial wasteland is where I spend my days.
Enjoy the rounders, will hopefully get down soon.
Mr Fogg pretty much fell out of bed this morning as he got up for work. I’m not surprised having seen the picture.
Spike the cat was doing his usual human impression and sleeping on the bed full length.
A few years ago we invested in a King Sized bed to retain some space for ourselves. Hmmmm, some chance.
We need some help here…is there a book on training cats? Or I suppose retraining? Mr Spike has been utterly spoilt over the years. He kindly allows us to share a small portion of his luxury cat bed.
I dread to think where we would be sleeping if Mr Fogg got a dog.
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Ah yes the joy that life brings, the dawn chorus (noisy buggers), people rushing to a job to make some bits of paper to give to someone else in exchange for essential goods we need and ones we don’t. Over simplifying things somewhat I know.
Am I good at what I do for a job, sometimes yes, sometimes no, but I do appear to be successful or very lucky so far. Do I enjoy what I do, does anyone. I used to be idealistic and wanted to change the world, but then realised to change something, it has to want to change initially. What is Project Management, well
pretending to know what you are doing, shouting at, coercing and bullying people to deliver something that will make someone money and is bound to fail without my intervention. As a colleague once said I am just the glue that holds it all together.
What else would I do if not this (well considering I have been a salesman, purchaser, engineer, R&D Engineer, developer, service desk operative and farmer), Here are my top 10s:
– A child because I don’t remember being one (although some one say I am one)
– A red cross worker because I wanted to do VSO when I was younger
– A pilot in the RAF because it’s the only thing I have failed with colour blindness
– Gynaecologist, say no more
– Deep sea diver
– Entertainer
– Psychologist
– Mountain Climber
– Mechanic, since I know naff all about engines
– Cameraman
No spaceman or bus driver for me, simple pleasures, but ultimately something is missing and I’m looking to find that piece.
So my last blog (and maybe a glass or two) got me thinking. What would be the ideal job?? Hmm, tricky one. Removing all issues around money and the like what springs to mind?
Top 10
1)Campsite owner, fields, renters, caravanners, wellies, menagerie of cats
2) Book reviewer. Plain English. No waffle reviews
3) Travel writer. For normal people who want a little bit of adventure rather than a hike through some amazonian rain forest whilst snacking on crisped bugs
4) Interior designer. Decision maker not curtain maker or hippy cushion collector “Oh it zings daaaaarling, that coleur, divine!”
5) Duvet and bed tester. Bliss
6) Wicked witch. And why not? Black cat anyone?
7) Champagne brewer. Yum
8) Chocolate tester. In fact, chocolate factory owner. Complete with umpalumpas
9) Pilot. Now that would be cool
10) Tree Surgeon. “Cut it down!” How much fun!
What’s your ideal??
Now where is that glass??
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So Mr Fogg looks shattered today. He’s just announced that he’s got to work this weekend on some big meeting and crisis control. Booooo!
The lazy days we spent in Wales seem ever so far away nowadays. The rat race is alive and well and out for blood!
Ah well, I think I’ll just log on and clear some work emails……..
I can feel a holiday plan coming on, somewhere nice and far away and perhaps for a month.
We were supposed to be visiting the Finks this weekend to play rounders. We shall sip the remains of the Elderflower wine and imagine actually hitting the ball with the rounders bat. Sorry guys, we’ll plan another date when Mr Foggs contract has finished.
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So after a weekend of gorging on food, more food and delicious home brew what do the Foggies have for Monday night tea?
Well, leftovers of course- rice crispies, coco pops, doritos and wine.
Perfick.
Normal service resumes tomorrow
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Success, we did it, sat in the hot tub time machine at 10pm on Sunday 14 August looking to the heavens for the Perseids Meteors with a clear sky and only the moon as a distraction. With the bubbles going and 38 degree water we spotted 2 satellites and 3 meteors, hoorah.
A fantastic end to a fantastic weekend.
The Hot Tub Time Machine
Hey there fellow tubbers, wave a fond farewell to the Meteor BBQ Hot Tub. After ye all went, two gazebos down, nice bit of privacy so time for a quick bit o the skinny dipping, before taking everything down ready for it to be drained and removed tomorrow.
Tonight one last sit in it, watching to see if any meteors pass us by, we will raise a cup of coffee to our intrepid tubbers whilst we sit there.
Thanks all for a fantastic weekend and joining in the Bee theme.
Next stop, Christmas in 133 days, New Years bash anyone?
We may not have been able to see the meteor shower but we did get visited by some strange alien life form.
Drawn by the lure of the hot tub bubbles this cute caddiefrog hopped in for a dip.
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