Oh yes my day is starting on a high in a museum.
Life doesn’t get any better.
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It was touch and go whether Mrs Fogg would be well enough to make it, but here we are at last.
Time for lunch and a nice change a Flat Iron steak, cooked medium rare and if you want it any other way, then you have to leave.
Time to chill for a couple of days whilst having to visit McGeeks museums of choice.
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I had always wondered about doing a trip on the Orient Express, but after seeing a programme about it on the fools lantern, I don’t ever ever ever want to. £4K one way, poncy, overpriced, one toilet per carriage, food included, drinks extra and to be honest I would end up asking for a refund!
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And this week we had the oak floors sanded downstairs. It involved getting the cat into the Cattery to avoid her walking on it/ sticking to it (and that was no mean feat). Then a primer and 2 coats which means we can’t walk from the kitchen to any other room, enter the Fogg Adventure Game involving plank walking to avoid touching the floors.
Oh Boy
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Well my jalopy has been in the shop having all of its firmware flashed, it comes to something when a mechanic needs a degree in computer science to service your car. So in the meantime we had to slum it in this little beast a Jeep Grand Cherokee, which is only a 3.0litre v6, with a return of 24.2mpg and cost to fill up of £120, ouch! But my goodness does it purr like a lion and kick like a mule. Electric everything and 87 buttons to boot (kiddy in a toy shop). This thing even has a facility to lower it down by 6 inches to make it easier to get in and out of, heated seats and vented when it gets hot.
On returning the loaner after having my car all flashed, I took the opportunity to sit in, fire up and Rev the engine of the flagship Grand Cherokee HIMV, now that is a real beast 6.4litre V8, with a sound that makes grown men weak at the knees.
Awesome
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Ahh the world is an ever changing place, so eating bacon is as bad for you as smoking and in the same league (really, have you ever tried to roll up a rasher). And now the latest is if you have a warped sense of humour you are more likely to suffer from dementia. Boy am I ever screwed!
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Welcome to our bathroom bobble head Pope, set to watch over you.
And this week we had The Folkies over from the land of the lil peeple. Time to practice our culinary skills and prepare a Beef Wellington, which turned out top notch, even if I do say so myself.
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We went to the theatre the other week to see Avenue Q. A puppet show with a difference…nude puppetry and plenty of innuendos.
So we were all fired up to go see something else and picked – Vampires Rock – Ghost Train. It was to be a mix of rocking rock tunes and vampiric action (whatever that is).
We had no idea what to expect! Oh boy. A singing bald Yorkshire man pretending to be a Transylvanian vampire with leather basque wearing female singers.
Hmm. If this was supposed to be a family show then it failed. The night was actually quite fun, eighties rock songs and acting so awful it was hilarious. Throw in a mix of swearing, forgotten lines and the best bit of all – an aerobic act by one of the backing singers who performed acrobatics using two suspended red fabric lengths.
All told an interesting night. At least I knew all the words to the songs – Meatloaf, Van Halen, Whitesnake etc etc.
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Must be October. The apple tree at the front is weighed down with fruit this year and it’s a bumper crop of eaters.
I’ve harvested a load already with plenty left yet to ripen. What do with all the ones with blemishes in them?
Why, stew down and make pie of course. Let’s hope my cooking skills are up to apple pie and upside down cake.
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In Venice a street called Calle is pronounced Caye.
A street starting Ruma is a dead end or blind alley.
A street starting Rio used to be a canal but if you can walk down it, it got filled in after the railways arrived in Venice. This was done for those who arrived but did not own boats.
And did you know that the cocktail Bellini was invented here in Harry’s Bar. We did not visit Harry’s but we did enjoy a few Bellinis.
Bellisimo!!!
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