So here is Mr & Mrs Foggy all ready for the Elvis World Championships (UK edition), to be held in Bridlington.
We are off to see 12 UK finalists strut their stuff and decided to go all set for the occasion as our own Foggy Presleys, Uh Ho thank you very much.
It will be a fantastic evening with Stu and Jen joining us for a chuckle.
Look for the pics on the blog.
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.
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Well Mrs Foggy and I went to the flicks today to see the Book of Eli and well tricky to sum it up really, but the math don’t add up somehow.
Denzel has spent 30 years walking from the east coast of America to the west carrying a book, sure the Internet would be faster and more secure though. Given that it’s only 7000 miles, it means he has walked less than a mile per day, good job then that it wasn’t an important delivery too!
If you ignore the story line then it’s not a bad movie and it does have Mila Kunis, who is a ringer for Angelina Jolie.
Go see it, but ignore the story and enjoy the acting.
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.
Oh my, Mr Fogg is 42 years old today! Although as his blog already says he is still only young at heart. I know this because Mr Fogg waited up last night to open his pressies at 1am and proceeded to build the Science Museum bug there and then. Ten minutes of tormenting poor Spike with it and we were all wide awake.
So tonight I’m taking my beautiful man for a birthday meal and the plan up to then is to stay warm and cosy. Back to bed then me thinks. Mr Fogg needs the rest after such a long walk!
Happy Birthday!
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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.
Started snowing last night and we got several inches of pure White on the ground. So today we went for a walk in it and I managed to snowball Mrs Foggy as well.
Last night I was out in shorts, t-shirt and flip flops building my snowman army, how much fun was that, I love the snow and my own little Snow White!
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.
Why Moon Soup of course.
This delicacy was brought back by the Folks from their recent trip to America. So why is it called Moon Soup, apparently this flavour (Romaine from Chalet Suzanne) was so loved by one of the Astronauts on the Apollo missions (Jim Irwin), that it was endorsed by NASA and used as food on Apollo 15 & 16 Moon landings (well if you believe man stepped foot on the moon of course!).
So how does it taste “Out Of This World” of course.
Yum Yum
Mrs Fogg met up with the big man as he headed home to the North Pole after another hectic present delivery.
Mrs Fogg took the opportunity to chat to Santa about what she wanted for next year and we managed to bag a quick photo opportunity before he jumped into his sleigh and headed home.
Ho Ho Ho
