Pleiades BBQ 2013

We received our annual invite to Fogg Manor for a weekend of wine, food and daftness. this year the theme was 'cartoon characters'. As you can see, The Flintstones were a popular choice (but not that popular with the dog walkers we met on our 'in character' walk along the canal tow path!) 

We dined on delicious pork, lamb and stuffed peppers; drank champoo, wine and cider; played Bartenga, dunked in the hot tub and even learned how to create kumihimo. As the evening moved on, we moved outside to observe the night sky, we saw constellations, many satellites, the ISS AND some meteors. 

If you have the chance, go outside tonight, sit in your deck chair and look up, it should be a good show. http://earthsky.org/astronomy-essentials/earthskys-meteor-shower-guide

This weekend is a highlight of our calendar, a great chance to appreciate the finer things in life, food, drink, nature...and good friends. Thank you. x

Put That Light Out!

Last evening, Mr Fink returned home from a game of squash with Mr Hammer. "Strange," quoth he, "When I got in the car to come home, the radio wouldn't turn on? Weird"

No matter...until 2.30am when I was woken by the sound of a nearby car alarm going off. I jumped out of bed (oh yeah, I can be agile if there's wrong doing afoot!) and bravely peeped out of the window. I couldn't tell which car was under attack due to the boundary wall being in the way but I could tell it was very near by (reflection of the hazard lights in the doors of the van at the end - just call me Sherlock).

Mr Fink wears ear plugs to bed - for reasons best known to himself (ahem hem). Again bravely, I woke him up and asked, "Is that your car alarm?" (Roughly translated as, "That is probably your car alarm, it's 2.30am, go and sort it out.") He looked out of the window, decided it wasn't his car and went back to bed.

As he settled to go back to sleep he muttered, "Is that Nelly's music, bloody hell it's loud." He slipped out of bed to Nelly's room to try and turn off her music. He returned with a puzzled look on his face. "It's not coming from her room?"

I could see the cogs turning in his brain, his mouth opened and said, "Green Day - Walking Contradiction" and went downstairs.

After much jangling of keys and walking round and round the car in his dressing gown, Mr Fink returned indoors.

The culprit? The poltergeist possessed radio in Mr Fink's car decided the world needed to hear Green Day at full volume at 2.30am! Weird.

The Glums ; Finks Holiday : Day 1 in the Big Brudder House

It's holiday time, The Finks are off on tour with The Glums. We call them the Glums but they are anything but glum. there's Mrs Glum (terrific cook), Mr Glum or Bambi (chronic clumsiness, all round nice guy), Marsha (surrogate daughter of mine), Bambino (tall, great SOH) and Glumdog (young wire haired fox terrier).

A 240 mile journey took about 5 hours, as we came off the M6 at junction 36, the scenery changes, the sky widens and the fells rise up to meet it. I'm home. Cumbria.

I wasn't born in Cumbria, I'm a Southern softie. My parents, Nanny and Shouty Grandad are Cumbrians and I've been visiting the county ever since I was born. I have always felt an affinity with the area, I feel calm and rested after only a few hours in the fresh salty air. "Where the mountains meet the sea".

My Aunty Joannie, who owns the static caravan at Haverigg, kindly allows us to borrow it. At the back you can see Black Coombe (1970ft), at the front, the sea. It's beautiful.

We explored the beach, took photographs (I have a new camera which I'm learning to use) and enjoyed the sunset. In the evening the kids went to bed in the tent and Bambi - ever competitive - challenged Mr Fink to an arm wrestle. (Bambi and Mr Fink have a long history of of good natured rivalry, usually with Bambi ending up injured or coming second.)

I video'd the arm wrestling match but can't upload the video as the connection here is too slow. They locked hands at the dining table and started to strain. All of a sudden there was an organic sounding 'crack' and Bambi screamed. It appears Bambi has badly strained a tendon or muscle.

Making The Most Of It

It's been a busy few weeks, Nelly has been on a creative writing course with Michael Morpurgo (he wrote War Horse amongst a load of other books) along with a hundred children from secondary school across our county. Nanny ans Shouty Grandad accompanied me and Mr Fink to see Nelly at the school's spelling Bee, Nelly did very well. We were also treated to her acting prowess at the recent 'Soiree', an evening to showcase the talents of the children at Nelly's school. Last week she went to Bologne Sur Mer for the day, visiting a goat farm and the historic town.

Last night Mr Fink and I went to my alma mater for an outdoor music festival where Waiting For Katherine (frontman is a school friend from 20 yrs ago!) were headlining.
I spent a wonderful day, picnicking, wine tasting and talking with school buddies about everything until the band hit the stage, then it was off down into the mosh pit for me - along with me Ju Ju Majik stick for a full hour of pogo'ing, singing and general letting down of hair. The rain lashed down, hair and clothes got wetter, the mud got thicker but we didn't notice because the music was loud, fast and tuneful. What a night. Marvellous.

Father's Day

Today is Father's Day, a day to remember and thank all those good dads out there.

• For all the 'horsey' rides you gave when their children were small and got carpet burns on your knees
• For all the times you slept in the spare room so the sick child could sleep with mum
• For all the play fights you let her win and the times you didn't push her off the bed
• For all the support and encouragement you give her during her activities and school work
• For going to ice skating lessons with her because none of her friends wanted to
• For not being upset when she gave up Ju-Jitsu
• For helping her build a gravity fed race car (and letting her do 'most' of the work)
• For stimulating her interest in computers, games and 'non-girly' hobbies
• For your unconditional love, I see it every time you watch her concentrate

You could not be a better dad than you are, you are perfect and we love you. xxx

Congratulations Ma'am - Diamond Jubilee

We visited the Fogg's new home in the wooded depths of the East Riding of Yorkshire, leafy, rural with wonderful birdsong all around.
We enjoyed a meat feast banquet at every meal, champagne and a jacuzzi in the garden. (There's nothing like a fizzy dip at 8.30am to get your blood moving!)
The Caddyfrog's (formerly known as the Cadwallader's. See meteor-hot-tub-bbq BLOG) and The Foggs really got into the spirit of the fancy dress with Mr Caddyfrog unable to tell the difference between his homemade sceptre and the real thing (cue discussion about which diamond is in the sceptre). The Caddyfrog's won the prize for best dressed, which was an 18" wide floating rubber duck that was duly knighted Dave the Duck by Mrs Caddyfrog.
Marsha and Nelly had a whale of a time, climbing trees, hot tubbin', film making, reading and having a wander round the village. We played, coits, golf, bartenga, tennis and swing-ball. We watched the flotilla on the TV and ignored the rain. We saw the villagers 'parade' to the local hall. (Actually the walked past the house in rain macs and umbrellas but the intent was there, the only fancy dress was worn by a wet weimeraner.)
I particularly enjoyed the very confusing 4 way conversations and Mrs Caddyfrog's trifle served from Aunty Gerty's crystal bowl!
As ever, a weekend of fun and frolic, wine and food, friends and family. Thank you all, xxxxx
Long Live the Queen!

Dressing up time

We have been invited to the Fogg's for the annual meteor shower BBQ hot tub experience. This year with a twist - no meteors, not that we've been sober enough to witness any thus far anyway! This year it's a Jubilee BBQ hot tub, garden game extravaganza. Also, costumes in the theme, "Kings & Queens" are de riguer. so with 4 days to go and a limited budget I have had the printer on full speed, all the local charity shops have been stripped of suitable wear and Nanny is knitting like a dervish. Tomorrow I'll get the pinking shears and sewing machine out. After The Fogg's appearance at Christmas In March in full Mr & Mrs Santa at the door, we have a lot to live up to.
So as long as we can get the costumes ready in time, we'll be looking forward to the 9m x 3m gazebo and 8 person hot tub (what water shortage?).
Look out Fogg's, here we come!

Secret Admirer?

My front doorstep Friday 3pm (ish)

Friday at work was, as they say, 'challenging'. Brain numbing calculations and sudoku-like substitutions of doctor's clinic duties; so that each clinic and emergency area has the right cover by the doctor with the best skills, meant that my brain was fried. I then headed to ASDA to shop for shepherd's pie ingredients - I detest shopping in person - I'd much rather have the lovely Asdaman deliver but the meal was a short notice affair and a prelude to a poker night with friends. I managed to exit the shop unscathed but with only minor nerve damage to the ends of my fingers (why do those carrier bags cut in sooooo much?)

I plodded home in my little green car, running through the list of chores still to do before I could relax.....unpack shopping, make shep. pie, take cat to vet for update on white blood cell count and cancer stage, tidy up, hang up washing (if it doesn't smell of mildew - if it does, wash it AGAIN). I parked the car and struggled to the front door with the tortuous shopping bags, to find a beautiful bouquet of flowers on the doorstep - addressed to me. What a lovely surprise!

I abandoned the shopping and carefully took the flowers inside and opened the card, expecting a billet-doux from Mr Fink. To my surprise they were from an online gift giving company which I had criticised on facebook for having poor customer service. (The Zombie experience I gave hubby - he is having trouble booking a suitable date due to slow email correspondence.)

As well as the flowers I have received attentive email and personal phone call service and offers of help from the company (www.wish.co.uk) to try and get the gift back on track. 

To be fair, www.gift.co.uk are not the people we are having trouble with, they just sold the voucher. We are having trouble with the company that organises the zombie-fest.

The flowers didn't help solve the problem but they did go a long way to showing that some vendors do care about business and listening to the customers. For that I am pleased.

Right, I must hide the card before Mr Fink gets home, so he can wonder all evening who sent me such a lovely arrangement!

There'll Be A Welcome.....

On Sunday, Mr Fink, Nelly and I joined my sis-in-law (Big Sis), her hubby Hatter, Ivy (their daughter), Ell (their son), Scrappy (Ivy's hyperactive boxing husband), Chip, Berry (Ivy and Scrappy's son and daughter),
Silver Surfer (my father in law), Coral, Padraig and Cupid (Silver Surfer's daughter, her husband and their blond curly haired son).
We had all gathered to meet and welcome into our family, Silver Surfer's fiancée, Bonnie.
Apparently she was really nervous about meeting us all - can't think why?! Anyway Bonnie, and Silver Surfer were soon in the bosom of the clan, being climbed on by the children, fed by Big Sis and entertained by Scrappy. We spent a lovely afternoon playing with the children and reading stories, chasing Thomas the rabbit around the garden and eating lovely lasagna.
As we were sitting yarning in the living room, Bonnie asked about the tattoo on my foot, Silver Surfer looked at my foot with an odd expression. "How long have you had that?" he asked. "Since last August Bank Holiday." I said. he stood up to take a picture of it when i said, "You already took a photo, at Big Sis's wedding last year."
There was a light-bulb moment and he said,
"I was looking through the wedding pics the other day and I came across this picture of a tattooed foot and I couldn't work out why it was there or who it belonged to?!" Mystery solved, although I did advise Bonnie it might be worth checking through the rest of his pics to see what else he's forgotten!

All in all, another wonderful day with the family I love, welcome Bonnie - don't be a stranger.

Open Mouth, Insert Foot

Today we headed off along with the rest of the Fink clan from here about's to enjoy the 21st birthday tea of our niece, Rose. The tea was a surprise so we all hid in the back garden and when Rose opened the door she was showered with party poppers and shouts of, "Surprise!" We sang, 'Happy Birthday' and enjoyed each other's company. GWTBO was there and has helped us solve the mystery of where Mr Fink gets his social 'grace' from.

GWTBO was observing Rose's relatives from the other half of her family coming and going when he spotted her other grandad. Rose's family are blessed with distinctive beautiful noses. GWTBO elbowed Rose's mum in the ribs and with a smile, a wink and an over emphatic gesture towards his own nose commented, "Well we can see where you guys get THOSE from, eh?" 

I groaned inwardly but let it pass, I am after all, the daughter of Shouty Grandad and the wife of Mr Fink, you'd think I wouldn't notice these things anymore.

Later on Rose's mum was telling us about the rest of the plans for her daughter's evening, involving a strech limo and a trip to a swanky London nightclub. now bearing in mind it was 5pm in the afternoon, GWTBO, with a straight face, turned to her and said, "You'll be going to get ready soon then?"

I couldn't help myself  and chimed, "You cheeky sod!" to which he caved in with embarrassment and tried to back pedal; he had not realised what he had said.

Mr Fink's brother raised his eyes to the sky and explained this was nothing new, "Without mum here to keep him in line, he's like a loose canon!"

Good to know mine are not the only parents with the power to make us cringe!

Love you GWTBO xx

Shouty Grandad Goes Shopping

Shouty Grandad has bought a laptop and is waiting for broadband to be connected to Chez Shouty.
After months and months of comparing broadband suppliers, tormenting companies for the best deal, he settled on one and signed up, guided by the patient hand of Mr Fink (resident nerd).
The next step was to purchase a laptop. Shouty Grandad knows the limits of his knowledge so he asked Mr Fink to recommend a machine. The Finks checked out the computers locally, found a suitable one and passed the details on the Shouty Grandad. He went to the shop, had a look and said he wasn't sure about having a white laptop. White? The one we looked at was black? Weird. It transpires he was at his local branch (15 miles away) and they only had a white version. DOH!
Last night Mr Fink bravely went with Shouty Grandad to the computer shop to buy the laptop. Shouty Grandad has already planned their attack to obtain maximum discount. The plan was for Shouty Grandad and Little Fink to go and speak to the sales assistant, the premise was that Little Fink had birthday money (not quite enough to buy the model Shouty Grandad wanted) and Grandad would appeal to the assistant's softer side to get the price down for the poor wee girl, Nelly was to sniff and cry if required. Meanwhile Mr Fink was to wait by the door and appear to be in a rush, to add pressure to the seller.
The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.
Nelly refused to take part in the subterfuge.
Mr Fink and Shouty Grandad went on their own, on entering the shop the sales assistant commented of 2 strapping chaps coming in, to which Shouty Grandad replied, "We're wrestlers....a tag team."
Mr Fink (could have said) "Yes, this is Kendo Nagasaki (famous 70's wrestler known for his wrestling mask), now you know why he wore a mask!"
The upshot of the outing was a lovely new laptop with a £5 discount, Shouty Grandad's comment to this paltry sum...."You can't even buy a bag of chips for a fiver!"

Look out world, Nanny and Shouty Grandad are coming online!

X rated blog

The video below, is not for the faint hearted.




For Mr Fink's birthday, I have organised for him and his buddy Mr Hammer to go to Reading to partake in the Zombie Shopping Mall Experience.
15 members of the public get trained by the Zombie Police to shoot BB (plastic ball bearings) guns at Zombies whilst charging around a deserted shopping mall. NO JU-JITSU allowed!
Three and a half hours of brain chomping madness this Summer - never let it be said that we are boring!

Happy Days

Good Friday. Yes i agree it was good. A wonderful afternoon spent with The Glums in the local woods, walking, climbing trees, taking photos, throwing tennis balls at each other and generally enjoying each others company.
I don't have natural brothers and sisters but in Mr and Mrs Glum I feel I do.
Mr Fink was turned into a 'ninja' by Nelly and he tried to locate her zombie style. It was really quite spooky!
We finished our walk with tea (supplied by me) and cake supplied by Mrs Glum. Then we headed off to the Grand Union pub at Three Locks near Leighton Buzzard. A lovely meal with good humour.
We headed home (Mr Glum got a bit lost) and had a smashing day.
Thank you friends, we love you. xxx

Christmas Mark II

What a wonderful weekend.
We opened the back door to find this pair of loonies on the doorstep on Friday. They had parked up in a lay by just outside the town to get changed, only to attract the attention of a passing motorist who stopped to observe them dressing - weird. Imagine the motorist going home to his wife and telling her he has just seen 2 adults changing into Santa costumes at 10pm!
Anyway, we tucked into Shepherd's Pie, wine and Japanese beer, it wasn't long before we opened our Christmas presents, a couple of cuddly toys for Mr and Mrs Fogg, these toys, fart, giggle, burp and record your voice, very silly, very appropriate. I was given some lovely reminders of their trip to New Zealand and a pair of framed watercolour prints of hares (my favourite animal), Mr Fink received buckyballs (magnetic ball bearings to fiddle with), a guide to teenagers and a bell for his bike. Nelly was lucky enough to be given a fantastic camera - thank you so much, you couldn't have picked a better gift for her. We eventually went to bed about 2am.
Christmas Day was wonderful, bacon sarnies for brekky, lazy morning, Christmas dinner, very few of us managed pudding, we were that full! then a game of Guesstures (recommended) with the most entertaining mimes being Mr Fink's 'liontamer' and Mr Fogg's mime where he held up 10 fingers and then two....could Mr Fink get it? Nope. (it was supposed to be 'twelve'!) the girls' team swept the board with our feminine intuition to a massive victory (6 points). Mr and Mrs Fogg then produced another, very generous, gift, a telescope and showed me how to set it up. I managed to focus in on the moon straight away. I was so excited, it was amazing to see the golden lunar surface pockmarked with craters and contours. (I have a week off work next week and am seriously considering going nocturnal to get the best use out of the telescope!) We rounded off Christmas Day with a classic '80's horror film, "House".

A wonderful weekend with all the makings of a future tradition.
Merry Christmas to each and every one.

2012 - Day One in the Fink House

Well happy New Year to you, may health, peace and happiness be your constant companions this year and beyond.
As is our tradition, we teamed up with the Glums and headed to Southend for New Year's Day - fish and chips.
We took Nanny along for good measure, but accidentally forgot Graham (sorry mate, next time, perhaps).

We had fish and chips at a lovely little cafe then went off to the pier for a mile long walk...but the pier cost a pound each so I said, "No, I will not pay!" and voted with my feet!
Nanny and I went off to do some metal detecting (very uneventful) while the others went off to the arcades.
After a while it started to rain so Nanny and I headed back to the car.

All in all a very gentle day with good friends, the perfect start to a new year.

A Peaceful and Happy New Year to you all!

Wow, didn't that come and go fast?

Christmas Eve was spent with The Glums, wonderful food by Mrs Glum, great home movies by Bambi (Mr Glum). the most amazing surprise came when the glums insisted (as they do) that we open each other's gifts on the spot. Mr Fink and I were handed a long package. We looked at each other in puzzlement, this gift was about 2 metres long by half a metre wide???? as we unwrapped it, we realised what it was. (In the blog entry, "you can take the girl out of Colney" - you will remember Mr Fink and I went to a junk emporium, while there we spotted the most beautiful paining of a lady in a red velvet dress reclining, we both fell in love with it but couldn't quite justify spending the money just before Xmas, so reluctantly we left it there. We mentioned this in passing to The Glums' the next day and thought no more of it. The next day Nelly and I went back to the junk shop to get the picture for Mr Fink but it had gone. Doh!) The Glums had visited the shop early the next day and bought it for us. We were speechless, what a lovely gift. Thank you!

On Xmas Day, Mr Fink, Nelly (aka Little Fink) and I spent a wonderful day with my parents, Nanny and Shouty Grandad. Shouty Grandad spent most of the day looking for The Scotch Tape (a cassette of bagpipe music with which he tortures Nelly in the campervan) and for the campervan keys. The sight of him alternately looking worried and then smiling at the annoyance of knowing the keys are in the house but "Where?", was very funny to watch and had me giggling all morning.
In the end the keys were located in one of the many hiding places he has for items of value (you've heard the one about him stashing the holiday money in his going out shoes, forgetting and being crippled all night at a party due to ten pound notes taking him down a few shoe sizes?)
We shared gifts, swapped stories and generally had a lovely morning.
We had the best dinner ever, Heston eat your heart out. Mum, you are the best.
After dinner we played the now traditional round of homemade Deal or no Deal, which can be a bit of a trial unless Shouty Grandad is losing, then it gets really funny. Nelly made a Christmas quiz for us, this year it was boys v girls and nanny and I won! Woo Hoo - we didn't brag tooooooo much.

Mr Fink has made himself a digital jukebox, which he is enjoying playing with. 2 days ago I went to collect a pasta maker from a Freecycler and got a puncture in Mr Fink's car. Yesterday I took Nelly horseriding, Marsha was also there, Marsha's horse reared up and bucked her off. Bambi and I though we were going to have to call an ambulance for her but after a few minutes she seemed ok and has suffered no damage, thankfully. (ALWAYS wear your hat and body protector if you are playing with horses.)

It's now New Year's Eve, I received a phone call this morning from my bank, checking the validity of a purchase I apparently tried to make yesterday, £291 to Emu-Oz's Party Shop in Australia. I agreed with the lady from the bank that it was not me trying to buy £300 worth of party gear just after Xmas, so they declined the transaction and stopped my card. Well done to the bank for monitoring my buying patterns and preventing a fraud I probably wouldn't have picked up till my next pay day.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow and our traditional 'fish and chips on the beach' new Year's Day with the Glums, Southend, here we come!

Well, may I wish you all peace and good wishes for the coming year, may it find and leave you in good health, good spirits and with the people you love. xxx

Opened my mouth and put my foot in it.

Last night, Mr Fink, Little Fink (aka Nelly) Mrs Glum, Bambi, Marsha and I went to London to see Les Miserables. Mrs Glum works at a local school that organised a coach and the tickets. We boarded the bus and set off in the rush hour traffic down the M1.
Mr Fink took out his phone and began to play the on-line dart game he enjoys. Often when he goes to bed, he will have a few games of darts on the phone while I'm reading. I hear him muttering under his breath at his opponent, "miss, miss, miss". Sometimes he even tilts the phone to divert his opponent's shot.
Anyway, there was lots of banter on the coach, as there always is when The Finks and The Glums get together. I chided Mr Fink about his on-line dart playing ability and in a too loud voice said, "You're no good at it in bed, what makes you think it will be any easier bouncing up and down on the back of the coach."

You'd think that would have shut me up. No.
On the way home, one lady had been declaring that she couldn't eat any of the treats, sarnies, buns or chocs that were being shared as she was on a strict diet. During the journey through London's food quarter, she finally cracked and said, "I've not eaten for 6 weeks!" To which I replied, "I thought I could smell Lighter Life!" (Oops - i meant, "that sounds familiar - Lighter Life by any chance?" but it came out wrong. DOH!

Les Mis was terrific - I loved it, powerful voices, intimate venue, great story and amazing visuals. highly recommended.

Autumn? I'm not finished with Summer yet!

Well, autumn is officially here and the weather appears to have made it's mind up too. The summer holidays have been well spent ) and now we are ready to face the new school year, Little Fink looks amazingly grown up in her blazer (She will need a new name soon I fear).

Today I took Nanny to a metal detecting dig in the North of the county, she had a great time and even found a long cross hammered coin but I don't know how old as it still had the mud on, could be Elizabethan, or older.
While she was digging I sat in the car reading.... I'll explain why I wasn't digging in a moment...Mr Fink phoned me, "What should I use to clean exploded rhubarb wine off the kitchen ceiling?" Apparently Little Fink had been nearby when the airlock on the new rhubarb wine demijohn became blocked with fruit and blew the bung out - she said it scared her half to death!

I wasn't digging today as I can't put my boots on for another week or two, I had a tattoo inked onto the top of my foot last Monday and it must not rub while it is healing. It is of an Egyptian blue lotus flower (as shown above) a symbol of rebirth and enlightenment. It is a tribute to the memory of Astral, Mr Fink's mum who died last year. The lotus and the nine petals have a significant meaning in the religion she found comfort in.

Well the summer holidays are nearly over, this might be the last year that I spend more of it at home than at work as I'm guessing Little Fink won't need me here quite so much next year?

Two Become One

The Fink family headed off to Southend for the wedding of these two lovely people this weekend. The guy is Mr Fink's brother and the girl is a smashing, wonderful, bubbly woman.
The ceremony was moving, the vicar spoke words of truth about marriage and how it is necessary when couples are not seeing eye to eye that they can rely on the bond of marriage as a promise that the unhappiness is only temporary. There were several readings, my favourite was the one about the dinosaur and the lovely other dinosaur. (read it here... A Lovely Love Story .
After the ceremony we headed off to the venue, a huge marquee in the grounds of a prep school, there were chandeliers inside, Chinese lanterns and Pimms! The sun was good and came out for the photos, I can't wait to see the ones with the swing!
The meal was delicious, each table had it's own game to play, ours was Scattegories. Our table also had a 'hang a spoon on your nose' master-class, a Mexican wave and some magic from 'Chops'. See the video...

Other highlights of the day were the speeches, very funny, especially the best man telling us that the groom has lost so much weight as a fireman that he is now officially below the accepted weight to be a Fink! the bride's father remembered the bride's lifelong wish to have a Mr Whippy ice cream at her wedding and arranged for an ice-cream van to come to the venue and furnish everyone with 99's! Inspired.
We drank, danced and sang the night away. Good fun with good friends and family. Always a pleasure.
Welcome to the family!

Meteor Hot Tub BBQ

Sun, great food, wine, friends, hot tub, not necessarily in that order, all came together to create a lovely weekend of meteor spotting, bathing and bartenga at The Foggs house. We met The Caddyfrog which was Mr Cadwalledar dressed in his scuba gear to partake in the hot tub. A wonderful weekend with great friends. Thank you.