So the Foggys hit the town at Downtown Disney after an afternoon of Thunderstorms and torrential rain, but since this is Florida it last for a few hours and is very very hot.

We went for a wonderful meal at Rainforrest Cafe, then off to see La Nuba at Cirque du Soleil which is still amazing after all these years (we saw it over 4 years ago originally) apart from the clowns which are rubbish.

Mrs Foggy looked sensational in a sexy little black number and kicking sparkling black sandals, Mr Fogg even made an effort to look smart. We hit the nightlife of Downtown Disney which is now non-existent, with them catering for kiddies even at 11.30 at night, so no chance to boogie for us, but who cares when you are in love.

Another fun day in the land of excessive paranoia. Here’s Mrs Fogg moments before being arrested for being HOT (well she wasn’t arrested, but she is hot, mind you it was 87 degrees so no wonder).

Up late, a dip in our personal pool, womble to pickup tickets for La Nouba at Cirque de Soleil and then a movie (wolverine), before heading back for pizza and a chill out night. Last night Mrs Foggy got a rose from her hero Knight at Medieval Times, basically it’s a joust while you watch and eat with your fingers, then if your Knight wins he throws roses to selected ladies in the crowd, can you guess who screamed loudest and barged some poor young girl out of the way?(she had the speed and prowess of a cheetah at that moment).

Tonight saw Mr Fogg attempting to cross 6 lanes of carriageway and Mrs Fogg asking if he was gonna wait till the juggernaut had passed, to which Mr Fogg asked what juggernaut as a massive 18 wheeler came steaming towards them (well it was dark and late and a car was obscuring his view). Mrs Fogg simply released her vice like grip of the dashboard and a few choice expletives that even the best wordsmiths would struggle to spell.

What next well a look at some holiday homes per chance, a game of crazy golf on a pirate ship, still got to visit Blizzard Beach, Friday is a meal out, La Nouba and a boogie, over the weekend we plan to drive to St Augustine, stop the night and come back via Kennedy Space center. Still lots to cram in.

Is it really Wednesday already? Time flies. Yesterday we tested the villa pool and I can tell you it is cracking. Heated and we bought toys for it. Today was a slow get up followed by a long lounge in the pool before heading to Downtown Disney for more food and a wander before it started raining. Boo. Still, the perfect excuse for Hagen Das.

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.

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.

It’s been a cracking day today, 91 degrees H O T and we spent the day wombling around Universal Studios before seeing Terminator 4 at the local flicks (a much bettter film than Star Trek) and finally finishing on a good bit of grub.

Yep life is like a box of chocolates.

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.

The house is lovely with a 30 ft swimming pool and oodles of room in it. Last night was off to Walmart and a basic shop then up to Applebees for evening meal oh yummy, we went there a lot when we travelled the US, good food and 2 for 1 happy hour on margarita. We stayed up until 10pm then collapsed in a huge American bed (could fit a family of 12 in it).

Today a gentle womble around, grab some snacks and finish off the day at Red Lobster for lobster tails and steak (yep the theme here is food and drink, but we feel poitively skinny next to our 20st cousins). We might even have a Round of drunken crazy golf. The rest of the week will be Medieval Times, Cape Canaveral, Busch Gardens, Cirque de Soleil, Downtown Disney for food and a night time boogie, Universal Studios, a drive to St Augustine and soooo much more.

So now food beckons, well we have been up for 30 minutes and not eaten yet.

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).

Anyhoo in about 8 hours we will be sat in a villa enjoying The Americans!

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.

So here is me and Mrs Foggy enjoying glad of FizzY BubblY in Selfridges after a Yo Sushi before going to see Jean Micheal Jarre (I know but we were drunk when we booked it, couldn’t cancel when we sobered up, so had to go)

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.

Mr Foggy was cream crackered after 12 solid days of work and just sat there slowly gettin tiddly