And here is Mrs Foggy doing a wee bit o site seeing in London before Peter Gabriel Shakes his Tree

Yup, the Telegraph headline says it all. The place I go on a daily basis and spend 8 hours a day getting frustrated in because of the masses of politics and lack or foresight has gone into administration!

Not surprising really and even less surprising is the total lack of communication after 2 days, no one has a clue what is happening.

Oh well ever onward and ever upward.

So those that know me will obviously confirm what a history buff and bookworm I am 🙂

Apparently some totty in the “not nows” and “quite a while backs” period decided to write a racy little number about two lovers Cathy and some bloke and they decided to have it away with each other, but rather than nip round the back o the bike shed or their local cineplex, they decided to walk some 4 or 5 miles across a waterfall (well trickle more than waterfall) to play PC Wobbly Hides His Helmet.

Now all I can say is I hope she was worth it, cos it was a bloody long way for a little slap and tickle, and my own personal geek Mrs Foggy wanted to walk up there to see said house, or what is now a pile of rubble.

Oh yeh and this is the waterfall that Heathbloke had to cross for a little of Cathy’s lady garden.

That young lassy had one hell of an imagination, I mean what bloke is gonna travel that distance for a fumble!!!

Twas an horrendous wet Saturday, so Mrs Foggy took me to show me her new office and today was so nice we got up early (well 9ish), cleaned the car and my bike, before coming over to Haworth for a womble up Wuthering Heights.

And of course we had to start the 6 mile hike with food at the Old White Lion. We had a Christmas dinner here once when we lived in our caravan and if the folks cast their minds back we all walked back along the railway line and through the dark tunnel (someone had to jump from sleeper to sleeper because her legs are too short).

It was fantastic in this area and much more fun when we lived in our freezing cold caravan, nicely warmed with the proliferation of heaters purchased from Argos and the pound coin electric meter that kept spinning with all the heaters running. We slummed it in a caravan for 18months whilst we built Whitemoor Way, all of our stuff sat in storage for that time and it was a shame to leave it, with Dennis, Viv and their donkey called Jasper

Wow, it’s official, I’ve accepted a new role in Sheffield as Head of IT. It’s exciting stuff and I’m looking forward to a new challenge.

In the meantime I’m in true geek mode for our Spring Break (oh how Americanised am I, y’all?). I’m researching Moose Alley in northern Vermont, drive in movie theatres in teeny towns, rural b&bs in proper backwaters that look delightfully tranquil, and a border hop to Canada to visit Montreal.

Mr Fogg is already rolling his eyes at the thought of geeky tour guide!

But we have managed to sort the highlights of the trip, tickets to a Red Soxs game!!! AND, a two hour tour in Segways. I’m all excited!

Of Mothers Day!

Here we are, sat in our local farm shop (the Ballon Tree, needless plug) enjoy the mothers day special of Sunday roast and dessert with bottle of wine for £13 each, even though we ain’t mummies, much to the annoyance of the other eaters.

It was a wonderful meal with a very beautiful woman who I love dearly, she ain’t no mummy, but she is a MAMA MIA, yummy. Shame then that the desert looked like a doggy turd!

Happy mothers day to those that have them.

Mrs Foggy and I love Japan and the food especially. York used to have a nice little Japanese restaurant that cooked food to order. Unfortunately this place went belly up.

Happy to announce that this place has reopened now as Tokyo Joe’s and it is wonderful.

Stu and Jen make a point of eating here in May.

And then gets stuck in the mud!!!!!!

Yup our monthly delivery of food turn into a comedy sketch.

Opening the door expecting to hear the friendly footsteps of the click click knock knock brigade, all you could hear was wheels spinning in the mud and a little lady shouting “I’m STUCK”. The poor lady had decided to turn next the grave yard only to find that there is around 6inches of mud.

After an hour of trying to push and roping in the neighbours, it was well and truly buried, so we had to give up.

2 hours later the poor lady is still waiting for the RAC truck to turn up.

Tesco here we come.

Twas a cold wintery day as we ventured out along the pier in Bridlington.

Stu decided to walk along the pier wall when we captured this “special” photo.

Fantastic evening at the Elvis world championships, good food, good entertainment and excellent company.