All I need is a big sword and a skirt, scrub that all I need is the skirt.
Welcome to the coliseum.
Blue skies and 20 degrees at the moment.
A day of walking and food. After spending time at the Vatican its a 4 mile hike back across the city with a stop for pasta and lasagne followed by ice cream at the 150 flavour parlour. This one stood out the most and Mrs Fogg just had to sample some of this…….
Apparently slightly salty
So here in Rome at a lovely hotel, and the first stop, food and a fine Chianti (no favva beens though). blooming London prices at €120 (well the wine was €45), ’twas very tasty though.
On then to the Vatican and the Basilica complete with the Swiss guard. And now off to a Christmas market.
You can tell it’s Christmas with the awesome display at Manchester Airport, missed them? So did we.
So Mrs Fogg’s super dooper anniversary continues with a weekend break to Rome. How can anyone look so excited in the morning?
Oh yes, 26 days till the fat chap arrives and quite simply our favouritist time. Christmas in case you missed it!
Two trees decorated and lit and our house all set for a real Chrimbo. The most interesting aspect being that Mrs Fogg and I didn’t argue once about the lights or decorations (gotta love it when your filly knows her place, gonna get a smack for that)..
The only casualty, Mrs Fogg who didn’t actually appreciate that you need to take your hands out between the rungs on a loft ladder when you drop it down (thank goodness she wasn’t checking out a guillotine).
Only 16 days of work until Christmas, can’t wait.
How Long
If I pretend I sprained my wrist, do I get more wine?
The Trees
Well I think we can class that as a success.
6 duck legs (it was a bugger catching a 6 legged duck but we managed it)
A rack of belly pork
6 herb an garlic sausages
6 cloves of garlic
3 carrots
4 tins of haricot beans
Tomatoes
1 bottle of red wine
Accompanied by sweet and spicy red cabbage and more booze. All finished of with Jenny’s scrummy flap jack.
6 well fed adults can’t be wrong.
It’s a celebration of British failure at its finest, but in for a penny, in for a pound. If you can’t beat em, join em.
What are i rambling on about, Bonfire Night and our own personal take on it.
BBQ Hot Dogs and burgers around our mini fire, with (and this is breaking all the rules), crap indoor fireworks, out doors. Yes you heard me right, the terribly tacky and awful indoor fireworks, OUT DOORS!
Oh yes, we know how to party hard.
With a teenager!!!!!
That’ll be two women to drive Mr Fogg crazy then.
No wonder he looks happy.
It’s the season to be spoooooooky
Just before we climbed onto the plane to Carcassonne I had my usual wander around the airport bookshop. One particular title caught my eye. Drunk Tank Pink.
I just had to buy it.
It’s not the normal book I would buy but it is fascinating and an easy read. It’s all about psychology and some very strange effects that colours, words and symbol have on us as people.
Take for instance bright pink, the colour. Science has proved that if you stare at or are in a room of this colour you are weakened somehow. An experiment with several groups proved the effect. It calms humans, reduces strength and resistance. Hence drunk tank pink colours, it has been proven to reduce aggression of arrested drunks if you lock them in a cell of this colour. Marketing companies use it to help sell products or to get us to linger longer in their stores. I’m currently reading the part about names and how this can affect your future- all about pronounceability. Some fascinating insights and experiments in here.
Worth a read.
