This one really really sucks!
This is the Newton on Ouse Summer Fete, which is on the school playing fields tucked away from everyone. There are no signs to it and there are no signs of life whilst there. It cost a pound to get in and when you mention there are no signs to it, you get told, oh we will change that next year! Shame cos we won’t be coming back!
The Alne fête last year was fantastic, but we missed it this year. Newton really needs to improve cos it sucks
So it is a nice Sunday sat here with the Caddy’s enjoying tonnes of dead animal on the monster BBQ.
A fun afternoon had by all with Mr Spike getting all the attention.
Roll on the next visit when the Caddys and the Finks come together
Hoo Har have we now got a monster BBQ to play with. We’ve gone posh with an American styled gas guzzler already sizzling with the smell of sausages, lamb chops and burgers. Ah the ease of being able to flick a switch and no charcoal smoke in yer eyes. Gonna have to plan a few BBQ parties now to get some cooking practice
So come one, come all, friends invited to the Foggy BBQ.
This is a reminder to Mrs Fogg and me, here we are at 4.29pm on Sat 13 June in Orlando International Airport at Gate 81, awaiting our flight back to Manchester.
What a fun 2 weeks it has been, Universal Studios, Blizzard Beach, Downtown Disney, Cirque du Soleil, 5 movies (Star Trek, Terminator 4, The Hangover, Land of the Lost and Drag me to Hell), St Augustine, Medieval Times, Crazy Golf, shooting range and chillin in our pool. We managed to eat at Bubba Gump, Red Lobster, Applebees, Pizza Hut, Smokey Bones, Rainforest Cafe and O.C Whites. Oh and we still managed to drive 644 miles in our quirky Chrysler Seabring.
Now we are heading back home to plan our next holiday in September.
And as the Florida holiday draws to an end we look so happy at leaving 90+ degrees of heat, constant sunshine, long days, eating round the clock and really enjoying ourselves. Oh no wait, we don’t want to leave, boo hoo!
As with every trip since I met Mrs Fogg, it has been amazing sharing experiences with such a fantastic and wonderful woman (soppy I know, but you just know when you have found the perfect partner, friend, wife and love).
Cold, horrible and damp England here we come.
And here is a proud Mrs Foggy with her target from the Shooting Gallery and as you can see after 25 rounds she managed to hit the paper at the top at least.
Now I know she will kill me for this blog but it is worth it for a chuckle and to make matters worse I whooped her at Pirate ship crazy golf!
So today we went to the oh so packed Blizzard Beach at 45$ a head, good grief, nut we did have fun on the slusher gusher, lazing in the acre pool and 2 trips on the family rubber ring.
Tomorrow is the last day here, boo hoo and then we start the trip back at 6pm US time on Sat arriving home somewhere around midday on Sunday. Oh well party time now then.
Tonight we will spend the evening frollicking in the pool with a glass of champoo.
So today we decided to have a go on a shooting range with Dirty Harrys weapon of choice, a 357 Magnum. Hoo Yaa
Whilst in there you can shoot at a target of your choice, blank or Osama (oh what a surprise). So Mrs Foggy and me took it in turn on the hand gun with 50 rounds of live ammo. We is real tough cookies now!
Well another day in paradise and a whopping 95 degrees. A simple day for us trying to avoid burning severely in this high heat. Caught two movies Land of the Lost (absolute pap) and the Hangover which was absolutely brilliant.
We topped off the day with a simple fare at Rainforest Cafe and now back to chill while watching lightning.
A big hi to Stu & Jen, looking forward to catching up when we get back and also to the Barty Clan, looking forward to rounders (the fish tank picture is just for you)
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And here we have Mr Fogg, generally found near or around alcohol, considered harmless unless tipsey on Sangria laced with Vodka. In it’s current habitat “the Mr Fogg” can be seen giggling madly whilst slurring at the locals with a mock American accent that sounds more like some strangled cat.
Shortly due a long nap, the Mr Fogg will be heading back to it’s natural habitat of the nearest comfy big bed complete with TV remote gadgets and more than likely continuing to giggle until the early hours.
On occasion the Mr Fogg can be heard grumbling about his American cousins and their driving habits, their lack of the grasp of sarcasm and general over indulgence on calories.
Written for a change by Mrs Fogg who’s mobile mirror battery has gone flat
So last night Mrs Foggy and I went to O.C White for a wonderful meal with Mr Attentive the waiter (see the previous blog). The toss up was there or Santa Maria on the Marina, so today we went to Santa Maria for lunch and my gosh did it suck.
The place is horrible, the food is microwaved and the thing in the picture is called a “hushpuppie”, it tastes of old mans socks, with bits of toe cheese thrown in, three pepsies and two packs of mints later and I can still taste it.
There are some rare gems in St Augustine and this is not one of them!
