Today is the first time it’s been mild enough to use Fogg Cabin and sit with the door open. Birds singing, daffodils blooming and early shoots of buds on the fruit trees and hedges.
Now all I need is a fit man to bring me a glass of chilled Prosecco……
Yes he can, but very slowly. 8 months elapsed time to do a Lego kit, with the majority done in the last few weeks. But oh so cool. A Harley Davidson FLSTF FatBoy
Oh and for those still on with their 2,000 piece jigsaws, Mrs Fogg has almost finished hers after just over a week!
The Folks sent us on a wonderful weekend away to celebrate our Wedding Anniversary. Bliss!
So relaxing
And yes we did the freezing cold outdoor pool, it was awesome.
For Christmas I got a Lego kit to build Bond’s Aston Martin DB5. So cool. And as part of it I got the wiring kit to install lights too!
Talk about fiddly, but tada!!! All done and how super cool.
I like a good fight and keep my teeth sunk in until I win.
Back in 2009 I paid for an extended warranty service on my car, but the company overcharged by 1p, so I started fighting until they got so miffed that they actually taped a 1p piece to a complement slip and sent it first class (it’s the principle you see, if they overcharge everyone by 1p).
Roll forward 10 years and I switched the company bank from a terrible Scottish one to a more tech savvy one, since The Scottish one are so antiquated that you can only view your account from a PC, only between certain hours and they charge for every incoming and outgoing transaction. In the process of switching in April 2019, The Scottish one failed to transfer the 64p interest owed to my company, so I started another battle. After countless emails, registered letters and calls being ignored, I escalated it to the Financial Ombudsman Service, who found in my favour and instructed The Scottish one to pay up (back in November 2019). The bank missed agreed deadlines to settle, made excuses about only one person in the entire organisation being capable of signing a cheque, it was snowing somewhere in Europe and climate change had caused the loss of paper to print any more cheques (well maybe a slight exaggeration on that).
So, annoyed at the lack of ownership by the bank I was starting legal action, then as of by magic this morning.
The moral, never give up, never surrender!
As part of our New Year, New You the Foggy Gym is open for business, multi-gym, bench press and incline rower/ ab machine and a padded floor. The only thing left is an upright punch bag.
I’ve never known a cat to cherish her toys quite so much.
‘Tis 2020 no more of this
But plenty strenuous exercise in the Foggy Gym, with the latest bit of kit, this incline bench, rower, ab cruncher thingy
And all this exercise is done under the watchful eye of Miss Willow
Feel that Burn!
So the festivities are all done and dusted, the trees are down and the decorations are away for another year and two hours of taking down the 4,250 twinkle lights from the garden (and disposing of 114 batteries) and it looks depressing now!
Yup here is the garden now
Ahhhhhh, when we were in Bisby last decade we stopped at an awesome 1950s caravan park in a super duper Airstream Deluxe (which is a 1950s caravan). Whilst we were there they had a 1950s BoobTube that only played 1950s B movies and it had a record deck with a plethora of records from the 1950s (hold your horses I’m getting to the point). Now for you bloody Millenials that is clueless to what a cassette tape is (let alone looks like) a record deck spins a big black plastic disc at 33RPM (that’s spinny things per minute to you) and a needle picks up the pits and rises on the the black plastic disc to create sound (yes there is a history to sound before Spotiface or Wavel).
So the point of this piffle is that Mrs Fogg got me a retro record deck for Christmas and has continued to get me records (1950s, early 60s and other things such as The Eagles, Big Lebowski and Rocky Horror) to play on my spinny disc thingy. I am officially in hog heaven, you see my first record deck cost me £10 from a car boot sale, £5 amplifier (it boosts the sounds from the record spinny thingy to the speakers kiddies) and £70 Mission 70 speakers (the total of which was 2 weeks salary at that time). It’s a real blast to the past.
And no “hey Siri’s or Alexa” don’t work on this bad boy! (and yes Mrs Fogg tried telling it to skip tracks).
