So this morning we took a wander into nostalgia and went to the local IHOP for pancakes. We used to do this regularly when we previously came to Florida. The restaurant is it’s usual cheap and tacky delightful place complete with a new fragrant air of urine (apparently the carpet has just been washed and that’s the clean smell!). So, what to eat? Gotta be pancakes. Mr Fogg went for the buttermilk stack of 5. A healthy option apparently since if is served with Sugar Free syrup- and still the Americans don’t get irony!
Me- I pushed the boat (and the waistline) out with two large ones smothered in strawberry syrup and cream. Yum.
Can’t hang around now got a sugar rush so it’s off to play crazy golf on a pirate ship. Of course this is Florida so crazy really means crazy.
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Yep we is eatin again, well Mrs Foggy is at one of our all time favourite themed restaurants Bubba Gumps. We have now been to three of these bad boys Hong Kong, Tokyo with Stu & Jen and now at Universal City Walk in Orlando.
Well here we are in the land of HOT, after a delay of an hour for take off(probably drunk pilot trying to sober up) we took off on an un-eventful flight, less than average food and less than average service, although we still managed 2 glasses of champagne each, 4 glasses of wine and 2 baileys. After 8 hours 30 mins we landed in Orlando, breezed through customs (they had no interest in the silly over paranoid ESTA document you now have to complete). Picked up the car, a Chrysler Seabring and headed for the house.
Yes the holiday is on, this is me and the Mrs sat waiting to get to the airport. Got the moaning couple sat in front whinging about everything, not least of which with Mrs Foggy sat coughing and proclaiming in a loud voice how she wishes she had never gone to Mexico (oh how we laughed).
So you know it’s gonna be a fun night when you are off to a concert at the MEN and there ain’t a queue to get in, when the audience are the same age as those who go to see Neil Diamond and you talk to anyone under 30 and they ain’t heard of him.
Here she is über geek chatting to the wicked witch of the west (yup mum in law) in that there oirland about the Good Ole US of A and a potential trip around it.
So there was Mr Foggy at work (or what’s left of it) on the phone when the receptionist walked up holding a long stem red rose (wow what a chick magnet he is). apparently a delivery van had arrived with the very romantic gift from the ever so beautiful and totally fantastic Mrs Foggy as a gesture of her love (soppy moo).
What to do in Nottingham at lunch time?
So Mr Fogg and I spent Saturday playing with the new bike. Off we went to a quiet car park so that I could learn how to set off, turn corners, stop and all the basics. Several stalls later and I’m feeling all biker chick- just gotta get the biker gal jacket and stuff. Next up was Mr Fogg practising for his stage one test. Figure of eights, emergency stops, u-turns. All looked ace. Hopefully we will both pass our tests this year so we can plan a trip across the US Easy Rider style in a couple of years when we can ride big bikes. Tassle jacket here I come.
Me poor lil ole Spikey is none too sure if he is a cat or a dog. He displays the usual characteristic of a cat (eat, sleep, eat, etc) but sits on his hind legs to beg(as demonstrated) understands key phrases such as sit, stay, lay down, fetch and bed(how wierd is that) and also sits growls like a dog when anything comes into his garden oh and wags his tail when he is happy!.