Yeh SNOW. a really good drubbing last night sees us with about an inch of powder sat on top of the frozen and icy road.
Tis freezing here at -2 degrees at present and getting colder. Ideally we would go hibernate in bed, however today we have a trailer load of logs that need stacking away.
Every morning families around the country face the constant fight to be front of the queue for the shower before the hot water runs out.
In the Foggy household, Mrs Fogg is usually first while I prepare breakfast and then I can have my turn, but no more since Mr Spike has now stolen my place in the queue, so i get to be third!
Spike you have missed a bit.
One happy lil ole kitty. Mr Spike enjoys himself with yet another catnip toy from the Cat Shop in York.
Give him one of these badboys and he goes to town for hours without even knowing what he is doing or why.
If only life was that simple for humans a catnip toy and then passing out!
Yup Foggy Knievel put his bus jumping skills into play this week by turning a corner and losing control of the Harley Davidson Piglet.
In true style that only Torville and Dean would be proud of he pirouetted on the ice for a fraction of a second before allowing the bike to slide away with grace and style, except the dismount was neither.
As the event happened in slomo (as they normally do), Mr fogg witnessed the sparks rising from the bike as bits of it gouged itself into the tarmac.
So poorly piglet is in the shop checking out the damage and hopefully back on the road soon.
Hoo rar for untreated Yorkshire roads!
And now thanks to Bel, the latest Chrismas hit:
It’s that time of year again, the Christmas cake bake off. The kitchen is spread with baking stuff, oven primed and only 5 cakes to make, oh my!!
I’m a little late this year, but I can guarantee that there will be plenty of time to add ample helpings of Brandy to make these cakes sing!
Christmas here we come!
[Posted from Mrs Foggs super cool iphone]
Yes only 51 days to Christmas, that time of year when we get to sleep in until 4am, well Mrs Fogg does, then it’s a race downstairs to open all your prezzies.
My countdown has been running since the beginning of October and when we landed back at Gatwick on the 23rd there were decorations in the shops and then last night I filled up at a petrol station that was playing all the Christmas hits.
So here we go only 50 sleeps to Christmas and chance to track Santa delivering his presents on the Internet.
Ho Ho Ho
So this is the view that greeted the little kiddies outside our window this hallows eve. The perfectly carved pumpkin and a wierdo with glowing lights.
We had one group of nippers turn up and when I answered the door with a scary face on (not mine but the mask and bloody Tshirt) poor boy looked said “oh god”, jumped back and had to be caught by his mum, poor sod.
This was Twick or Twick at our house, we got to make a kiddy have nightmares tonight, and ate the rest of candy ourselves, hee hee.
Next year we will be visiting the folks to scare the bog trotters.
Mrs Fogg aka Ikabod Crane is ready for another years fun and haunting. Let’s see who we can scare tonight at the door.
Whooooo Harrrrr.
So Mrs Fogg and I went to see the Armstrong and Miller show in York after buying the tickets exactly one year ago. An absolutely fantastic show, isn’t it.
Now parking in York is tough at the best of times, however on a Saturday night it is almost impossible. Going into the pedestrianised zone (which you can do after 6pm), the Mrs got tugged by a copper in full whollier than thou condescending mode. “where are you from” asks the copper, quick as a flash Mrs Fogg said we had only just moved into the area, “well you have just gone through seven no right turn signs for this road” (in actual fact after looking back there wasn’t even one) “I should give you a £30 fine for that” (ahh what you mean is I want to make you feel small and insignificant and I fancy a takeaway and you will be paying for it).
So Mrs Fogg debated whether to challenge the exact location of the said signs and instead went with the I am unsure of the area approach, “that’s no excuse, road signs are road signs regardless where you are from” (mmm wise words indeed and thanks for stating the bleeding obvious). “I’m going to let you go on this occasion however I have a good memory for faces and cars so I will be watching for you” (right so you have made a note of the drivers name and reg number in your crayon like handwriting in your non-existent handbook have you!).
So off we drove feeling duly put in our places and feeling that much safer in the knowledge that the general public are protected from the menace that is the right turning traffic.
Mrs Fogg was very polite, I think we all know that had it been me, then I would have been on a cops TV documentary (or how to make the police look like an even bigger bunch of public hating individuals) and arrested because I have no time for people who like to show they are better than you by talking to you like you are ten, failed their army entrance exam and couldn’t live with the embarrassment of being a security guard.
So glad we pay for hard working people to solve crimes and not find soft targets such as the motorist.
Welcome to Fright Night, the Fogg’s are all dressed and ready to scare the kiddies.
We went Twick and Tweating to the Caddies to try out the new disguises, me got some candy now.
