With but a couple days to go in the island paradise, of eat, drink, sleep and slob, we are happy to announce the 13 July as the International Adopt a Crab Day (IACD). For the last week we have been joined by Boris, our not so shy at all type of crab, who has come out during our lunch to watch us and we have hand fed him with leaves.

Today more slobbing although Mrs Fogg went for a yogi session at 8am whilst I used the practice studio in the midday sun (mad dogs n all) to spend an our exercising and reminding myself of my Aikido moves.

What shall we do the rest of the day, well it’s too hot and sticky, so more relaxing in the pool.

Doors firmly closed at 6pm for the WHO recommended dusting and sure enough it starts, but what’s this we see a lone figure in the mist, is it human or is it a ghost from a long lost ship wreck of the Elizabeth Dane out to avenge those that settled in Antonio Bay, just slightly misguided again by the bright light house?

Who knows, but he is carrying a cutlass, arrr.

Not unlike any other day we have eaten, relaxed, chilled and done nuffin all day. A slow womble over to the Windjammer Landing, which is a mass of timeshare and thud, thud, thud hip hop 247 and then a chance to stop for 30 mins whilst a mini hurricane rips through drenching everything and everyone.

And now we are sat on our veranda enjoying our very own fridge dispensed Piton Lager beer, nice.

Tonight is mosquito fogging night so don’t stray between 6pm and 7pm and if you do, don’t breath it in. The Fog she be arisin.

Well Mrs Fogg managed a total of 3 bottles of champoo last night and half a bottle of Baileys as we watched the moon on the Caribbean Ocean into the wee small hours finishing her 40th Birthday celebration.

Today saw us with a leisurely get up (around 7am), breaky and then to the pool for a few hours before lunch in our reserved open air hut.

This afternoon we went and did a Segway Tour of Mount Pimard on the oh so super and rugged X2, going all off road with our cool guide Shaka. Lunch was supplied as a variety of picked fruits prepared by Shaka and Coconut water to wash it down. 2 hours of fun finishing off by racing across the beach at Rodney Bay doing 14mph. Absolutely brilliant. We also went to feed Koi Carp with bread and the Koi attacked the bread like piranha, that was amazing to watch.

Tonight is the Managers cocktail party with a load of new arrivals so that should be as interesting as watching milk curdle. Last time we were here they had hired a new Restaurant Manager who was painfully shy and seemed to do nothing but stand and stare blankly so we nicknamed him Tattoo out of Fantasy Island. The same guy is still around and none of his charm or confidence has increased. He still stands and stares blankly although he does appear to have been demoted to waiting tables

Segway Tour of St.Lucia

Oh my! I’ve finally hit the big 40 and what a day! Having hijacked Mr Fogg’s phone ( mine has stayed firmly switched off, I’m on holiday dontcha know!) I can share my day with you.

Late rise, fab breaky as normal in our island paradise followed by a return to the room and BEAUTIFUL exotic flowers!

Next a nice chill by the pool followed by lovelly lunch and access to a chocolate fountain and yummy marshmallows.

Then Mr Fogg tricked me into getting showered ( yummy BIG showers here…) and going to sit on the beach to watch the sunset. We ambles down to the beach ONLY to have a huge speedboat waiting for our very own private party! One bottle of champagne later and several glasses of Rose and we were sailing the waves in a 12 seated speedboat just for us and our skipper Delroy. What can I say? Wonderful, romantic, spectacular, fast, smooth, just wonderful. Mr Fogg has done it again! Bliss.

If life truly begins at 40, it’s got a lot to live up to so far…..

Another wonderful evening meal with a beautiful young lady (guess I need to get used to going to dinner with an old lady from tomorrow night).

We finished the evening (after listening to one guy tell staff his wife wouldn’t be joining him and his daughter because she got too drunk, nice) by playing scrabble (I won again) and backgammon, whilst watching the staff battle with a king crab that had secured himself in the settee. Very entertaining.

Anyway tomorrow the birthday fun begins (about 1pm UK time), but I will get Mrs Foggy to do a birthday bloggy and tell you all about the day.

After waking too early for the sky ride we eventually got picked up, last on the list after 2 American couples, one very quiet and the other in their late forties chewing gum the entire bus ride.

Now we love America, but like many cultures they have some interesting quirks, one of which is the inability to filter out their every thought before it hits their mouths. So what you tend to get is a constant inane stream of every single thought regardless and then some. We were treated to every little thought that this couple had for the 1 hour ride to and from the Sky Ride and then the hour long ride itself, wow. Oh and the ride was crap, basically you get in a cable car, go up and over the Forrest and get told a few things about the trees (from a girl wid poowa engl ish), then come back down and no it’s not just me, even Mrs Fogg thought it was naff.

Back in time for lunch, seated outside in a hut listening to a steel band, we were then treated to a display from a pouting family who always sit in that spot and it’s their last Saturday here and it’s their daughters birthday tomorrow, so move. Mrs Fogg was quite polite and restrained, but pouty people were adamant they get their favourite lunch spot or we’ll stomp our feet and scweem and scweem until we make ourselves sick. In the Caribbean life I too short and hot to argue. Nowt queer as folk.

Ah sleep we loves ya, if only some almost 40yr old hadn’t set her phone alarm for 8am, not realising that one of the mobile networks advances your time by an hour. So 7am rise for us this am.

Me and Mrs Lumpy (since the Mosquitos have gone to town overnight) are out on a Forrest cable car ride today, guarantee a few more bites if Lumpy has any flesh left.

I would have attached a picture of all of the bites, but we know you are a sensitive lot and don’t want putting off your grub, just think John Merrick and you got the picture.