Yippee! Work is over and we are on our way south to the airport. Just think that in another 48 hours we will be in Singapore in 32 degree heat sipping Singapore slings in some tropical bar! Bliss, Mr Fogg has already gone delirious at the thought. He will be pleased to know that in my capacity as travel tour geek I have failed this time to plan our days…it’s been a long hard slog this year since Jan for both of us, so roll on the relaxation and gentle tourist ambles.

I am not quite so keen on the long flight though. I wonder if they serve cocktails in the air?

Next stop Heathrow

So little Mrs Foggy had a fantastic evening with the Caddies to see Elvis in Dewsbury. Highlight of the evening was Mrs Foggy and Mrs Caddy racing up to the dancefloor to boogie on down, just as Elvis stopped singing, then trying to get one of Elvis’ scarves.

Best of all was Mrs Fogg sat with the Caddies camera, with full zoom focused on Elvis impersonators crotch. She actually flattened the battery, Elvis has a new stalker.

The end to the evening saw us all with a bottle of Bolly to celebrate Mrs Caddies B’day and Mrs Fogg telling anyone who would listen that she was tired, very tired, very very tired. This morning she has no idea how she got to bed, good advert for falling down water.

Well if Elvis is truly dead and not selling chips in Scarborough, he would most definitely be turning in his grave.

Don’t think I have ever seen an impersonator who is so inanimate. Elvis with a broad yorkshire accent is something to hear Sithee.

Not bad but at least we have beer. Well providing the chimps behind the bar can figure out how to use the till that is.

In celebration of our trip to see the Elvis World Championships in Bridlington (of all places) last year, The Caddies and the Foggies went to the happening hip town of errr Dewsbury to see an Elvis personator in concert, oh boy.

Will it be any good, who knows, but we is all tiddly so who cares.

Hippo Bathday to Jenny, next year Elvis in Graceland

Well bless my soul, tis Elvis, oh no it isn’t. Oh yes it is.

Meet Mrs Fink trying our Elvis mask on over the weekend. We had a fantastic time with Al, Bel and little Fink.

Spike has been pining for 2 days now since no-one wants to keep on brushing him and fussing him every 5 minutes. He has been walking around wailing and looking for someone to give him the 24/7 attention he has had over the last few days.

Hey Finks, wanna adopt a kitty, well actually a big ball of fluff.

Just to prove how cold it was at Scarborough yesterday, here’s Mr Barty with just some of his winter wear on and he was still cold.

Goes to show what these southern sorties are like doesn’t it, since there were typical northern ard men in shorts and t-shirts.

Ah the joy of winter

This weekend we took the Barty Clan in the midst of a biting storm to Scarborough by the sea for Fish n Chips at Winkin Willie’s

What eejet suggested going in the freezing cold, ’twas sooo chilly that the picture came out black and white. Roll on the summer.

This was the cheery greeting to all passengers who got on the park and ride in York.

Pity the poor people who all skirted past Bel and all sat miles away at the backlog the bus.

OK, so we went to work yesterday, nothing, came home last night, nothing and this morning woke to see this view in the graveyard opposite.

is it a restaging of MJ’s Thriller in our village, I think not, could it be Burke & Hare have returned on the “Body Snatchers II Tour – Out on a Limb” (sorry), probably unlikely.

So what the he’ll is it? yes you got it Mr Moley on Acid.