Woooo Hoooo we made it, only 12 hours after setting off. Eventually landing in Brussels airport before being collected by a rather plush Merc Limo, very nice Mrs Fogg.

And here we are at the hotel Amigo just off the Grande Place. Now rest, food and chillax.

Good Evening one and all.

So Stage 3, from setting off at 4.30am we are now sat the other side of the country in Manchester Airport after a £90 taxi journey (courtesy of Mr BMI) with the worlds most talkative dude.

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!

Poor ole BMI looks like their plane got no wings. So now our cheapie flight has cost them an additional taxi fare from Leeds to Manchester of £90

Next stop the airport if the cabbie shuts up gabbing.

Let’s see if we can fly out today at all.

It doesn’t bode well.

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!!!

Mrs Fogg and I have been married now for 7 fantastic years. Last year Mrs Fogg tried to arrange a Anniversary surprise (aka Dirty Weekend Away) which had to be cancelled because of the terrible weather.

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.

Yes it’s here, the run up to Chrimbo begins TODAY Christmas Trees purchased (a 7ft and 6ft), cut, drilled and prepped.

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.

Tonight sees Mrs Foggy and I out with the Caddies for a Christmas meal (there is only 4 weeks till the big man fills your stockings). Oh where to eat, I think we debated for about 35 seconds before deciding on simply one of the best experiences ever (no not Mr Fogg’s cooking this time), Wasabi Teppanyaki.

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.

The Missus and I have kick started our fitness regime this morning, up bright and early(ish), off for a nice swim at the local toffs gowlf cwub.The plan is to get a little fitter between working and sleeping.

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!!!