It’s Spring clean time in the Foggies household and as ever it prompts lots of irritation and unanswered questions.

How do two people who work 12 hour days Monday to Friday create quite so much muck when actually at home? How can one small cat generate sufficient loose fur to actually be able to spread it across every possible surface? Why oh why did we think four bathrooms in a house was a great idea? And why do we manage to dirty three of them? Exactly how did someone market wood flooring as clean and hygienic?? Oh, and since when did cleaning become a healthy pastime (according to news articles in Jan of this year it’s better than a trip to the gym)

So Mr Fogg and I are shattered and we’ve only done the upstairs areas so far…methinks we will do downstairs next week. I can feel a snooze coming on

me got some roses, only the 2nd time in my life.

It’s nice to get them a very wonderful feeling especially when the person sending them is very hot and very sexy (no I didn’t send them to myself).

This weekend saw my second visit to a Yoga retreat in deepest Wales. Meeting up with my Yoga teacher and fellow classmates it was great to zone out, stretch out and meditate in beautiful surroundings. The food was amazing, who knew you could make vegetables taste so good on their own, although vegetarian chilli on the first night was maybe a dodgy choice when it came to practice the next morning (who made that noise at the back of class??).

I came back on a high, all peaceful and resolved to returning to regular yoga practice to keep my limbs supple and my mind energised. Mind you, I still cannot touch my toes!! Yet!!

om shanti

Well after 2 weeks we can definitely see that Mrs Fogg is getting back to full health as she devours a chocolate eclair.

All set the eclair lasted all of 33 seconds, yumm yumm.

Like Victor Meldrew, I don’t believe it!! Mr Fogg and I had flu before Christmas but struggled on with work and we managed to recover over Christmas.

So, two weeks after Christmas (how time flies) I started with a slight itch on my back when I returned to work on Wednesday. By Friday I had a teeny teeny rash that looked more like a mosquito had lunched on me! By Sunday night I felt shattered and the itch was still there.

A trip to the doctors this morning revealed I have Shingles. Great, thanks for that.

I can now look forward to the next few weeks of rashes, pain and feeling shattered, still, the parting comment from my doctor was a classic as she prescribed a stack of tablets “Just think, 2011 can only get better now!” What a comedian.

I is officially contaminated until further notice….