So this is Mr Foggy, getting slightly mewwy. Mrs Fogg arranged a surprise evening away in a tiny village in the North Yorkshire moors (ah stay on the path and beware of a full moon did spring to mind, especially since we passed a Slaughtered Lamb free house).

We went to Hawnby, with an aptly named The Inn (imaginitive). The rooms were nicely appointed and there was a nice bottle of fizzy stuff waiting too. There was a 6 course meal (one of which did resemble Sheba cat food, as Mrs Fogg so loudly pointed out to all the other diners), but it was a fantastic evening and Mrs Foggy looked a million dollars (as she always does).

It was a wonderful surprise and after 10 years together it is wonderful to be in Lurve with such a wonderful woman.

Soppy bit over with now, back to the humdrum of work, but still got Elvis to look forward to (yes I know he’s dead).

So this week I finally got confirmation that I’m officially being made redundant. In fact about four of us are from the company I work for. Although I knew it was coming this is a new experience for me and I’m not impressed. Still, despite the “ok what next” feeling it somehow feels quite good to know there is an end to the current role and an unknown corner to turn. While others around me worry and flounder I find myself quite relaxed and confident that life will always deliver the goods.

Why do I feel this you may ask? Is it Valium or alcohol that clouds reality? Well no actually it is just the recognition that all you really need is someone to share the shit times with and that we truly create our own destinies.

So, when in the future I don my Costa Coffee apron, remind me that I created this little destiny!

So onwards, upwards and bring on the next challenge. I’m ready now.

Here we is with Mrs Foggys passion waggon, venturing slowly home in the winter snow and minus temperatures.

Like the rest of the country this is our A road, beautifully treated by the local council. Ah where does my council tax go I wonder.

Next thing will be dirty great potholes in the road and the local council grabbers demanding more tax to do repairs and stockpile that one shovel of grit for next year.

Oh well sure looks pretty.

Yes physically another year hunkier and mentally another 5 years younger.

So what would you like to do on your birthday asked Mrs Foggy, because we are taking the car to the garage 2.5 miles away and walking back for some exercise!!! Well happy birthday to me is all I can say, especially since the car registered an amazing minus 10 degrees celcius. Put it this way on the hike back I had to relieve myself (sorry countryside lovers), and I was actually peeing ice cubes.

Thanks for a brilliant birthday treat Mrs Fogg!!!!!

On a more happier note, thankyou to Stu & Jen for the annoying bug which scared the living daylights out of Spike, the gift from The Folks and also to my fantastically sexy wife for arranging a very special day for me to spend driving Harley Davidson motorcycles (can’t wait).

Happy New Year to you all, here we are raising a glass to say goodbye to the Naughties and hello to the, err, the err, so what are they supposed to be called anyhoo? (like we care anyway).

It has been an amazing 10 years, nine them spent with Mrs Foggy in some fantastic locations. I’d like to think I was a little older and wiser; however I would say I am more immature and none the wiser!

New Years resolutions, none other than to enjoy life to the fullest and grow old disgracefully.

Yes the toast is with our fave tipple another glass of poo, this time with a wild hibiscus plant in it, yummy.

So here’s to y’all, have a fantastic 2010.