Christmas Fairy Tale

This summarises the days I spent at my country house outside of Gothenburg celebrating Christmas. It was very quiet and cosy and we just watched movies and ate loads of fresh home made food, really. Didn't get much reading done. But whenever we did go outside it was vastly beautiful and very cold (-15), my step-mom freaked me out by saying "your tights will mesh with your thighs!"

My dad bewildered by saying that mice lie deep in the snow to stay warm in the winter. I don't think that's true. The tiny little wild forest mice came in from the cold, traps were set in most corners, my step-granddad said "the best way to kill them is to shoot them" so they brought forth a shotgun.

Here is the proof:

Where I slept:

Living room

Frontyard view:

Various views from the terrace:

We're in the yellow house!

Christmas dinner:

The day after, traditional Swedish food: lutefisk

Ice skating, the winning activity of the visit:

Glad to be back in civilisation!

Today is F-ing Busy

I'll spend the day saying goodbye to remains of the fish soup and my fancy temporary cellular phone.
Back to the UK, back to skype phone-standard living.



Saying goodbye to Scandinavia. Having 'Christmas dinner' at six. I predict paper presents (they pay for the product/service written on the paper). Then hitting Malmö to party hard with Regina! Flight to the Scottish capital leaves early tomorrow.
No sleep 'til DEE.

Hiya! from Camden

Just walked to Portobello and hopped on a bus over here because I can't find any other print shops! I bought my brother two old books and bought Ed a blues calender that he better like. Kind of get bored of strenuous waiting and flying solo all the time.

Good news is I picked up my Nazi passport that arrived today! Meaning I can continue to fly solo tomorrow.

I've got to leave six-thirty tomorrow to catch my flight at nine-thirty. But I will probably drink a lot of booze late into the night anyways.
Best hangover cure:
bananas, water and an early flight made for power-napping.