It’s so tiring being a teenager. A weekend of food, drink, Bartenga, 80s music, conversation and stargazing and now I need to sleep!

Just leave me alone

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But you move and your space is gawn!

Well done to everyone for joining in the 80s themed BBQ (such a shame Mrs Fink wasn’t able to join, but stu drank and ate your share of everything).

80s music (181 tracks), dead burnt everything (more meat than a carnivores picnic) and the piece de resistance, fancy dress time with some sterling efforts from all.

Such a close call that the winner had to be decided by knockout game of Bartenga.

With Where’s Wanda Jenny finally crowned the winner and picking up the crap prize of an oversized inflatable 1980s mobile phone.

More food and merriment with campfire toasting of Marshmellows

And a final bout of stargazing inbetween the clouds.

And now back to the future.

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Oooo 80s Music, dead burnt animals, good company and silly clothing.

Welcome 1980!

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Ba ba ba da da da

Birthday weekend for Mrs Fogg and a few things lined up for this, ahem 21 yr old.

Into the town to find something special followed by a little snack and YoYoYo Sushi, where we got a discount for it being a birthday and Mrs Fogg tried pushing by asking for a free desert, to which the waitress said “yay, NO”. Oh well.

Off then on a mystery drive to our eventual destination of Lumley Castle (owned by the Purdey family of course), I’m sure McGeek will delight you all with the history, when it was built, how many people owned it, yada yada yada, YAWN.

Later on a romantic meal and time to reflect on her 21 years on this planet (I will be flogged for not mentioning constantly that she is only 21).

And there you have it.

Hippo Bathday Mrs Fogg.

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Tis time to rip out those doors

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Put yer hands in the air, like ya just don’t care

Life is purrfect

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Imagine a glorious evening, sun setting as you’re doing 60 on an open stretch of road on a Harley with the engine thudding away, wind in your face as an over fed, fat lump of pigeon flies over a hedge toward the main road and hangs a left straight into your left shoulder.

Not much left of that blighter I can tell you!

Ruddy Pigeon, RIP

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Wow

Roide Sally Roide

47 years old and not in bad shape for her age. One careful owner and One helluva head turn’er

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How cool to arrive home to find a bat hanging on the house wall, just waiting for sunset.

We’ve had all the batman jokes from Mr Fogg, and still batty is hanging around.

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