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).
It’s been snowing again, waaaa hoooo.
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).
Why Moon Soup of course.
Mrs Fogg met up with the big man as he headed home to the North Pole after another hectic present delivery.
So here you have the folks on Boxing day spending hours of mindless fun racing wind up Christmas Puds
After spending an amazing Christmas day with each other, Mrs Foggy and I went for a nice stroll down to the canal, which according to Stu never floods, apparently it’s only the surrounding areas, mmm there is logic there somewhere, just not sure where.
Merry Christmas to you all. Santa’s little helper Mrs Foggy came to help deliver presents this year, however with no room on the sleigh, she decided to arrive on a 1970’s space hopper.
York gets invaded by the Marshmellow Man
It’s like a scene from 2006 into 2007, there we were in the idyllic wilds of Llangynog with no neighbours and cut off from the outside world by snow. Cut to 3 years later and here we are in East Yorkshire, cut off from the world by snow!