And here we have Mr Fogg, generally found near or around alcohol, considered harmless unless tipsey on Sangria laced with Vodka. In it’s current habitat “the Mr Fogg” can be seen giggling madly whilst slurring at the locals with a mock American accent that sounds more like some strangled cat.
Shortly due a long nap, the Mr Fogg will be heading back to it’s natural habitat of the nearest comfy big bed complete with TV remote gadgets and more than likely continuing to giggle until the early hours.
On occasion the Mr Fogg can be heard grumbling about his American cousins and their driving habits, their lack of the grasp of sarcasm and general over indulgence on calories.
Written for a change by Mrs Fogg who’s mobile mirror battery has gone flat
So last night Mrs Foggy and I went to O.C White for a wonderful meal with Mr Attentive the waiter (see the previous blog). The toss up was there or Santa Maria on the Marina, so today we went to Santa Maria for lunch and my gosh did it suck.
Hmm, sunny St Augustine, or it was at about 4pm until the heavens opened and now there is an almighty thunderstorm, torrential rain, black skies, oh and a brace of ducks waddling across the car park. So, the plan was to put on the glad rags and go back into the centre of St Augustine for dinner at a beautiful outside restaurant. New plan- dinner inside watching said thunderstorm. If you look carefully at the pic you can see the ducks.
So here is the view from the Holiday Inn on St Augustine Beach and we hope to watch the sun rise tomorrow morning. So whilst you lucky people will have already been up and working for a good hour or so, we will have just woken and will be sat on the east coast of Florida huddled together shivering and watching the first rays of sunlight hitting the US of A
So we got up nice and early this am, well 9ish, and headed up the I-4 to St Augustine.
So the Foggys hit the town at Downtown Disney after an afternoon of Thunderstorms and torrential rain, but since this is Florida it last for a few hours and is very very hot.
Another fun day in the land of excessive paranoia. Here’s Mrs Fogg moments before being arrested for being HOT (well she wasn’t arrested, but she is hot, mind you it was 87 degrees so no wonder).
Is it really Wednesday already? Time flies. Yesterday we tested the villa pool and I can tell you it is cracking. Heated and we bought toys for it. Today was a slow get up followed by a long lounge in the pool before heading to Downtown Disney for more food and a wander before it started raining. Boo. Still, the perfect excuse for Hagen Das.
So this morning we took a wander into nostalgia and went to the local IHOP for pancakes. We used to do this regularly when we previously came to Florida. The restaurant is it’s usual cheap and tacky delightful place complete with a new fragrant air of urine (apparently the carpet has just been washed and that’s the clean smell!). So, what to eat? Gotta be pancakes. Mr Fogg went for the buttermilk stack of 5. A healthy option apparently since if is served with Sugar Free syrup- and still the Americans don’t get irony!
Yep we is eatin again, well Mrs Foggy is at one of our all time favourite themed restaurants Bubba Gumps. We have now been to three of these bad boys Hong Kong, Tokyo with Stu & Jen and now at Universal City Walk in Orlando.