Over the last few weeks we have watched a neighbour place a tightrope between the two 60ft trees, why, dunno, but when y’all turn up there is an extra speshul prize for anyone who manages to cross it wivout a safety net.
Don’t forget your cozzies, come rain, come shine, we’ll have a blooming good time.
Also remember the prize for the best Bee related costume.
Six days and counting.
Rubbish day, nice rainbow.
I remember Jeffrey, Zippy, Bungle and George plus Rod, Jane and Freddie.
Simpler times
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A further update to Mrs Fogg’s Blog
– Magnum Bolly, arrived
– Weather, mmmmmm well
– Super size gazebo, ready
– Spa, sorted (I’ll be adding hot water and farting for the bubbles in the thing once Mrs Fogg has inflated it)
We decided not to have a topless butler for the afternoon, although it was an option.
Don’t forget your cozzies
It turns out that bees are crafty. Once a hive has been emptied then any other bees on the hunt for honey can whiff free honey for miles and come calling…..so there is also a chance that a neighbouring hive may decide to upgrade to a better location. Oh joy.
Cue reinforcements…pest control and then chimney sweep- we have to get rid of the honey to stop the swarms. Battle commences tomorrow.
So for the second time Mr Fogg donned full motorcycle gear (it’s the only thing that fully covers him up) and batted and swatted our house guests.
I confess I cowered upstairs.
Oh but we did learn that the rather heavy Vax vacuum cleaner I bought sure does suck up bees quickly. It did say designed for animals on the box, not sure that’s what they had in mind though!
Onwards and upwards. What’s next I wonder? Resident bats in the loft?
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Oh yeh
Bring your cozzies, there will be a marque over the Hot Tub, to keep us dry, so enjoy.
So, food sorted, entertainment sorted, good friends sorted, weather who cares!
See you on the 12/13 Aug.
I arrived home just before Mr Fogg (who had popped out that morning) and entered the house as usual. I heard a lot (and I do mean alot) of buzzing from the lounge and ambled in muttering about houseflies ( we do get a few here in the country).
Imagine my shock when I realised mid way into the lounge that we had two large swarms of bees IN the lounge! One on the windowsill and one HANGING from the radiator! What do you do in this situation?? Only one option…run, close door behind you and call on the beekeepers to help.
A quick Internet search resulted in a list of willing beekeepers who will help in situations like this. Amazingly just a few calls later and a very very nice fellow called Terry arrived on our drive with his wife to help clear them.
There is a small army of beekeepers across the UK who willingly aid us timid locals to help clear them and give advice. Wonderful wonderful people. Thank you so much Terry Nundy from Elvington!! The poor man had only just got home from his day out and happily jumped in the car to come to our aid. Lovely gent.
He reckoned that we may have had a large hive in the chimney. Cue Mr Fogg lighting a fire in the fireplace to shift any lingerers.
So we go look outside to see a big swarm of bees on the chimney. It appears that the hive must have split and the larger half are still in the chimney. Two groups broke away and set up camp in our lounge and the remainder are still in the chimney. You can see the swarm on the picture.
So it’s 26 degrees outside and we have all doors and windows closed and a roaring fire to try to clear them. Our nice beekeeper reckons the chimney could be blocked with honeycomb and we have to next get it swept.
Unbelievable!! So my weekend of yoga, meditation and chill out ended abruptly with a swarm!
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Yes siree, Mr Fogg’s grotty, sorry grotto is coming to life in readiness for the Meteor BBQ (we are debating a theme for this one, which may be Hawaiian Shirt Day) and of course the best day of the year Chrimbo Day!!!!!!
So party games at the ready (skittles, boules, Bartenga, Tequilla Snorting (oops)) and sunshine requested, but more than likely on back order. Food, lots of, drink, oh yes indeedy (you lucky peeps we have a Bolly Magnum ordered for our bestist fwends) and a nice chill out weekend.
Come one, come all, we will have a ball.
P.S I’m sat here just watching the bats, the stars and the owl, which reminds me I once took an old girlfwend out on a date to an owl sanctuary she was too good for me, I was a Twit To Wooo her (sorry couldn’t resist that one).
See y’all on the 12/13th.
Invites out – check
Marquee purchased – check
Food planned – check
Sleeping organised – check
Sun ordered – ahem??
Fingers crossed we will actually have some sunshine over that weekend and some clear skies because so far since our return from the Caribbean it has been fair to describe the weather as dull, grey and depressing.
Still, we have two large gazebos at the ready and will have plenty of healthy (ahem) refreshments just in case!!
Counting down to having a house full of good friends…..I think we may consider putting some tents up, providing welly boots and having a mini Glastonbury in the back garden. Anyone know any rock bands?
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OK then, so with my passport duly cleaned after a 40 degree spin cycle, there are no stamps left in it (boo), but the picture is in tact (and it still shows a bloomin tache even tho I never had one). Basically my passport is less use than a rehab clinic for a nihilistic singer. So a wee trip to one of the multitude of Post Offices that exist in the area (Not), to pick up a form.
The upshot, it is easier for me to come into the country as a foreigner than it is to replace my damaged one. I need to specify my parents nationality and birthdates (that’s gonna happen) and I now need the form certified by a lawyer, doctor, company owner, who has known me for more than two years and is prepared to provide their passport information, stool and DNA sample as well.
And as I am duly reminded by Mrs Fogg I also have to pay £77 for the privilege plus a potential £8 if I would like the new graduate with their degree in molecular biology at the post office to do a “check and send service” (like that’s gonna happen). At least Dick Turpin wore a mask!!!!
I really hope that this additional level of security is worth it because all I can see is that you are treated worse in this country if you are a “citizen” than if you are a foreigner.
Pah!!! Rant over, you can get on with your Sunday now.
Today yet another normal Friday, up, wash, dress, out work, back home, eat, sleep. But one digresses, having almost completed washing all of our clothes from that there distant memory, I realised what had been missed, the removal of ones passport from my craghopper pants before they had a 40 degree cycle.
Well at least it’s no longer dirty!!!
