Mrs Foggy now has less than 7 days of sub 40 years left. So what better way to celebrate than sit sipping champoo and watching nightly sunsets.
So on the 10th July, stop and spare a thought for my old dear who is now reaching HadultHood.
Hippo Bathday Mrs Fogg.
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So who’s trained who in this scenario?
Still with a view like this across the graveyard and the fact we are holiday, makes you feel good to be awake, ah well sod this for a game of soldiers I’m off back to bed.
Best phrase I’ve heard all year, form an US colleague when asked how his day was going:
“I feel as tho I’ve been shot at and missed and shit at and hit”
Gotta love em.
A fantastic evening finished off with a bottle of Bolly under the stars (we had to wait for that until we got back since the show should have been called the NO festival, no brollies, no cans, no bottles, no tents, no enjoying yourself).
On the look out for more shows at Dalby Forrest now.
Bet the locals aren’t happy with the sign
We went to the local village Newton, where some young scamp has changed the sign, much to the dismay of the residents.
Tonight we are gonna harp back to our youth (well I never got out of mine) and watch the Erasure boys camp it up on stage (I went to see them many years ago at Wembly with the Finks and remember me and Mr Fink were gonna go to the gents until we watched guys going in holding hands, we changed our mind at that point).
The question is do we go to see the warm up act or not, Sophie Ellis Catflap with her one song, Blood on the Dance Floor (its gonna be a short set)?
Royston Vasey is somewhere near here.
It’s rare I cook nowadays but I do try occasionally to give Mr Fogg a break.
After a long week it has been a nice evening just chilling.
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– Touch the side of the plane and you will automatically be whisked to your seat
– No more first, premium or cattle class
– play golf onboard
– so many new breakthroughs that it will be like being in your own home whilst travelling
It’s just so easy to come out with a string of silly ideas that no one can challenge, the same as a concept car which never sees production.
Well I am obviously in the wrong job, maybe I should come up with a mish mash of silly ideas and publish them too. Blue Sky thinking, it’s the future.
Oh and the picture of Stockton has nothing to do with flying, but I didn’t have a picture of a plane.
A fun day of drinking Desperado Tequila beer, chat, laugh joke, eat and have fun.
One of the evening highlights would be Mrs Caddy offering to trim Mrs Fogg’s bush whilst Mr Caddy and Mr Fogg watched.
And today we all tootled up to Alerthorpe Lakeside Park for brekky, during a marathon only to find no brekky available, so Balloon tree it was followed by a chill ou afternoon.
No fear Mrs Caddy stopped trimming Mrs Foggys bush before leaving it too bald. Oh and I just finished the smashing home made Banofi Pie, yum yum
At 10pm I can hear the rustle of the wind through the Poplar trees, birds who have returned to their nests to settle for the night chirp a last chorus to the descending night. Pipistrel bats swoop and glide effortlessly across the evening sky, owls hoot in the distance echoing through the sky and in the garden leaves twitch as if some other creatures are stirring into life in the undergrowth.
This is nature. Not computer screens and bland office spaces filled with politics and egos, but the natural order, wind, life, air.
As the night sky descends further and darkness creeps in I can hear cows in the far field sharing their last conversations, a distant plane carrying people off to distant shores or back again and again, the wind ruffling the trees and causing them to sway gently.
This is why we choose to live in the countryside, this connection with living things, all too often forgotten during the daily grind, all too often missed during the 9 to 5 back and from work. And yet, one quiet sit on a bench in the garden, one peaceful moment to listen to the birds and it all comes to you.
Beautiful nature.
Good night
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So June is here tomorrow morning and as with the last day of May I will be watching sunrise at 3.30am courtesy of our little grot Mr Spike who kept me awake from 12.44 am until 5am.
Summer we love ya
What to do on Bank Holiday, well I was supposed to be working, sorry scrub that I was told I would be working but I got away with that.
So a free day now and where does Mrs Fogg take me, Bridlington, the poor mans Scarborough (only just, it is a toss up which is worst),
And here we is sat in a cheap and nasty fish and chip shop enjoying all the sights have to offer (doddering ole farts, tab smokers, chavs and slappers), no different to many other UK towns today.
A pleasant change to see the dirty crude oil slick commonly known as the north sea (where our fish has just come from)
It’s really crappy here.
