So here you have the folks on Boxing day spending hours of mindless fun racing wind up Christmas Puds
Oh boy
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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.
We managed to walk a little distance before having to turn back due to the canal flooding (Stu take note), so here is a picture of the NOT flooded canal frozen over.
Thank you to Stu, Jenny, Al, Bel and Hazel for the lovelly presents, looking forward to having you over in the New Year.
Today sees the folks come over for a few days.
And remember only 365 days to Christmas now.
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!
So here we are almost at the end of 2009 and the start of a new decade 2010. Mrs Foggy and I have celebrated 5 years of marriage this month and 9 years together.
So Mrs Foggy and I met up with the Bartys at Xscape in Milton Keynes to have a go at sledging, so all wrapped up and sweating buckets we stepped out into -5 degrees with a plastic board the size of an A4 sheet of paper to ride on. You gotta hike up 150ft in snow which is so tiring, then sit on your A4 sheet and hope for the best. It was so cool, and poor little Hazel somehow managed to get snow down her neck, hee hee.
Yes it’s C H R I S T M A S and to celebrate some rotund Coca Cola advertisement flying through the air with only a few slats of wood and Reindeer Poop to keep you afloat, the Foggy’s have their decorations up.
Mr Spike got an early Christmas present today. Because he has felt so poorly recently we thought we’d treat him to a new cat bed. We couldn’t resist the penthouse suite! Within 10 minutes of it being in the lounge Mr Spike had moved in to survey the room from his new lofty position. Happy as a pig in mud he is!
So it’s all Hallows Eve and time to celebrate the mother in-laws birthday.