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.
And then gets stuck in the mud!!!!!!
Twas a cold wintery day as we ventured out along the pier in Bridlington.
So here we are, the Foggies and the Caddies at the Elvis Weekender in Bridlington. Apparently 30,000 people will descend on this town, however if we saw more than 20 people it would be a miracle.
So this is Mr Foggy, getting slightly mewwy. Mrs Fogg arranged a surprise evening away in a tiny village in the North Yorkshire moors (ah stay on the path and beware of a full moon did spring to mind, especially since we passed a Slaughtered Lamb free house).
So here is Mr & Mrs Foggy all ready for the Elvis World Championships (UK edition), to be held in Bridlington.
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.
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.