This weekend Mr Fogg had some friends over for a meal so I duly cooked the works and hosted the usual tonne of food.  It was a fun night, although not quite as much fun when one of our guests asked “when are you due?” because I was “starting to show”.  Mortified!!!!  I am not sure who felt more awkward, me or our guest.  So, promptly as our guests left I dragged Mr Fogg out for a walk – all 8.5 miles of it.  It had to be done really, wonderfully mild day, large meal last night and a chance to start exercising.

We wandered all the way along the canal (beautiful) watching the swans, the sheep with their lambs, birdsong and  looking out for deer and other wildlife, and ended up at the pub in Sutton on Derwent (4.3 miles away) for a sedate cup of tea.

It’s got to be done, I officially need to cut back – well, maybe after a nice glass or two of red, oh and the leftover chocolate pots I made yesterday, oh and a nice bit of cheese with biscuits, perhaps some leftover lamb!

Must start swimming again or something, or break out the WI-fit thingy.  Or just buy baggier clothes.

Still, things could be worse – we could have a flight booked to go to the US shortly and there could be some unexpected Ash cloud in the atmosphere causing horrendous cancellations – oh hang on a minute – we are off the the US shortly and there are cancellations.

Break out the camping gear – we might be off to Wales instead!

In the meantime, I’ll just nip and get a snack – feeling peckish now after that walk

Aboot 7 months ago when we lived in Linton under Ouse, Mrs Foggy and I lived at the local Saffron Spice curry house. Now that we have moved we can no longer get any curries or indeed a single take away, so we took a trip all the way over to enjoy a nice curry evening.

Nice food, nice company shame then about the cackling witches who were in the restaurant and who managed to outdo a banshee on a full moon, even with their gobs full. Overhearing the conversation from one such delightful creature, not that we could miss it, apparently one of the banshees claimed that she didn’t go back to a “blokes owse, cos I’m a classy bird I am” whilst she has food dribbling out of her mouth, not exactly sure what class she was referring to but Viz did spring to mind and one of the aptly named characters (for those unfamiliar with this cult comic, the affectionately named ladies spent the entire comic strip in persuit of beer, curry and men).Ah the fairer sex took a nosedive tonite. mmmmmm.

At Gadget show live Woo hoo.

What I want to know is who stole my T-shirt!

And after spending 3 hours walking around “Shame then that it could have been betterl”. Great for young kids or 3d enthusiasts but a CES it ain’t.

Yup here it is the vehicle of the future and they thought Clive Sinclair was barking (well technically he was, I mean a plastic 3 wheeler of all things).

As you know my love of all things historic extends to last nights cold curry and no further. Mrs Fogg bless her little cotton socks gets her rocks off looking at things that have been dead centuries (Neil Diamond, Take That’s career, etc). We would have to go out of our way to read some place name on a building cos it was old.

Well where does the Segway (the two wheeled gyroscopic wobbly stick on wheels thing) come into this I hear you ask, well hold on a sec and all will be explained. In a recent holiday booking Mrs Fogg has arranged an historic walk of Boston, visiting all the famous old things (yawn, I can feel my eyes drooping already),however in an attempt to keep yours truly interested for more than a nano second, she has booked it with style, “what a limo?” err no, “a helicopter?” again with the no. “Well what then?” Ah yes a Segway, how silly of me. Yup a two hour tour of Boston on a Segway, so this way Mrs Fogg gets to see history and I get to play on a piece of Tech, woo hoo.

So why am I telling you this now, well have you ever been on a Segway, no me neither, wait hold on a minute I have! Yesterday I took Mrs Fogg to Rother Valley Country Park for a bit of a womble (me being lover of all things nature of course), but on the way in we spotted a company hiring Segways to try out, so we did. What a strange feeling, you lean forward to go faster, bakwards to slow down and push a stick to the left and right to turn, what a cool toy. Within seconds we had mastered the controls and were racing each other around the track, Mrs Fogg screaming like a nutter and me reserved and quiet of course.

So the upshot is, history is fun providing you have an expensive toy to play with and now I am looking forward to my history tour (or should that be my playing on a Segway while we look at boring old things?)

A fun couple of days, got up late, free brekky then off to view all the sitesof the Dome, 5 minutes later off to St Pancras (looks mighty impressive) and then back home to see what awaits at Jarvis RIP, sorry Plc.

Read a review of Peter Gabriel’s concert online and essentially the reviewer said the same as me, just not as precise