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.
Back to the Bartys for a curry and Trivial Pursuit, which Hazel won and Bel and I lost terribly at (Bel it was a Gargoyle).
Have a wonderful Christmas and a fantastic New Year and we hope to see you over to us soon.
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.
So here is I managed to stay upright on ZED after a blowout on a roundabout.
Well our last night in Oia with a most spectacular sunset from our private cave at the Marizan Studios.
Today was our last full day in Oia and we had the pleasure of watching the Judy’s on tour. The picture only shows the back of Judy number one’s head but oh my what a show they put on. It would appear that Judy one is waiting for her man to turn up, that she picked up on the tour. Judy two advised her to call her no good man for eating in to her time!
So after nearly poisoning Mr Fogg at Dimitri’s off we went to Kamari to buy icecream and people watch on the sea front.
tWas 7 years ago that we visited Santorini and stopped in the little place of Perissa, that at the time was quaint and cheap. Cut forward to present day and Perissa is a lot like any British seaside town offering “Full Inglis Brakefast” at £12 each. Ouch