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Saturday, December 19, 2009 by , under


gah, time runs away from me. So much to do and so little time to do it in, and therefore the blogg gets to suffer. Will be better in the new year, promises promises. Right now, not a single thought in my head except for where i can find my next cuppa. kitchen!



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the invasion of the duracell ladies.. (3)

Sunday, December 06, 2009 by , under , , ,


We survived!!!
We have worn out nubs for feet and I'll probably never again walk straight but we survived!
My most darling mother-in-law and my favourite aunties-in-law were visiting for 4 days and we we are seeping blood out of our toes but it's been lovely! Allthough the english weather showed itself up by raining the whole of wednesday and then having light showers on thursday, that did NOT stop the duracell trio in any way. And here is a small explanation to the name of "duracell ladies": they walk.. and walk .. and walk.. They are one and all conciderably shorter than me, right about elbow height. I'm not a gigant, I measure up to 5.7 (foot) which is then 1.70 meters. They are about 1.5 meters. munchins! but they still walk faster and foor longer than I ever would. And I've done 14 hour sales jobs where I walk from door to door, but I do not stand a chance with these ladies.
But it's been lovely, they are all of quick witt and sharp tongued (just the way we like our women!) and they are enormouse fun to be around. Anyway, I'm now gonna try to get some more tissue paper for my poor nose (caught a cold running after them) and get back to work. Been sleeping like a dead puppy every night due to all the fresh air and.. yes.. walking.. and now we're back to our mellow nerdy existance of walking 2 hours a day. Life is boring without them.
Looking forward to x-mas though. The hugfest will continue!
Oh and the above picture is from covent garden, they do great x-mas lighting every year.
jiinglle bells, batman smells, rooooobin layed aaaan eeeeeeggg
the baaaatmobile loooost it's wheeeels
and the jooooker got aaaway, Hey!
we've also been mind-whiped by the constant flow of x-mas jingles. Love was so far gone he actually said this (in bed no less) to me... it almost made me cry. He said: "clif richards is king"... Granted it was after a long battle of the mind-rubb (where you try to rubb what ever crap is going on in your own head, against the brain of the other, so that you do not suffer alone). A mind rub is basically just about humming what ever is haunting you (in my case it was a viciouse case of "rudolf the red nosed reindeer") when Love counted striked with the horrid "mistletoe and wine" by sir clif... Damned it...
Not fair!
The battle continues!



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frying and battering... (2)

Monday, November 30, 2009 by , under , ,


I had a computer crash - the kind where you have your hardrive fried, battered and then served up for prosparity- about a year ago. Ended up paying (worth every penny!) 120 something pounds to the lovely guys at Fulham computer Heroes (will find their real name sometime and give them the cread they deserve) for them to save all my images and files and .. well, life to be honest. If I loose my computer I loose not only the will to live but the means to do so as well. So when my computer had a little hickup a couple of seconds ago I reacted as any card-carrying nerd would, I'm now sitting and waiting for safety copy to be done and dusted. And since I cant do anything with my work files since they are beeing processed I'll just spend some time in here, updating people on the mundane reality of my life. Computer computer computer :)
Winter is comming to London though. Now that we're back at actually putting our feet outside the house and walking atleast 2 hours aday again (cheap therapy! ) I'm quickly realizing that my lovely - and worne as close to oblivion as humany possible without creating negative space and sucking the world into a black hole - summer shoes are no longer accepted from my toes point of view (from far down and freezing that is.. the point of view I mean) So now we're back to having to find matching socks again. Buggerit .. I need to invest in simple one-coloured socks again. I have a small addiction to "cute socks"... Since I can't afford (and I'm also biologically unable to.. chubby wide feat do not get to wear fancy girly shoes) a shoe fetish I'm doing the budget variety and buying socks. All colours, varieties and if possible some kind of cute image on there and its mine. This however turns laundry days into the memory game from hell.
Anyway, will stop bitching about laundy (need to do some tomorrow again) and get back to the weather (a very english topic i've noticed) It is cold. As in "pretend your a dragon cos white smoke is comming out of your mouth" kind of cold. WE LIKE!!!!
Nothing better than going out for a good hour at night stalking (or shuffling) around the streets of notting hill and getting your cheaks (the facial type people) all pink and tingly before getting back home to a toasty apartment and dunk a cuppa down while settling down to work. Or in my case, settling down to safety copying.
hope you are all well out there and that life is sweet. I'm gonna get me some more PG tips and spend another half hour wathing the "compleation bar" for the safety thinge. Simple pleasures of life!



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working and nodding my head along... (0)

Saturday, November 21, 2009 by , under ,

Colin Hay – Walk Amongst His Ruins

funny man, working while letting him have a round on spotify (still making my mind up about spotify, good or bad.. hmm... ) and while listening to the lovely mr Hay, sniggering to myself (I do not giggle.. never giggle. I might cackle, laugh out loud, bray, make the "seal shot with automatic weapon, or jettison beverage of choice out my nose, but I do NOT giggle)
anyway.. where was I?
working.. again. Atleast its fun work on a saturday night. Hope you are all well, and that life is good.



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saturday in the dark... (0)

Saturday, November 21, 2009 by , under ,


Currently we're going through one of those very dark grey days, and I'm talking about the actual weather now, not state of mind. Allthough, admittedly it's not like this puts a spring in your step and a song on your lips. Currently sitting with my feet so far down my big sock-slippers I might just never get them out again. I'll be foot loose.. he he he.. and yes, the bad jokes are a direct side effect to not having seen the sun today. had my Porrige today - pictoral evidence on show - and will start working again soon. its 4 pm might I add... better late then never yes? besides, concidering the lack of sun there's no difference for us keep unsocial hours and working at night. :)
hope all is well out there, i'm now going to get the dishes done from breakfast .. or lunch.. or a really weird dinner.. depending if breakfast is the first meal of your day (break fast.. surely that is the case?) or if it's a description of the time of day you eat your food? Any takes on that conundrum (since I do not feel like wikipedying myself today)
now suck on that little spoon of though and get back to me. I'm off to get my oversized knitted seater and possibly a cuppa. I love grey days!



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gnomes invading the house (0)

Tuesday, November 17, 2009 by , under , , , ,


My lovely mother in law sent us a pack of "pyssel"... crafts bascially, where you get this pack of things that are supose to be put together in a way that it looks like what's on the front of the box. I did pretty well I think! The rest of the Andersson/willbeck/Nilssons (Loves' side of the family tree) had the annual meeting where they glued, painted and stiched together stuff on one side of skype, while we were left sitting infront of the computer trying to not glue ourselves together to the wooden peggs that was the naked gnome/elf.

The house is now beeing over run by little crafty gnomes. In swedish they are called "tomtar", they used to be part of our storie tellings and mythology. They would live close to humans, usually in the barn or underneath the house, and if you were kind to them they would help you out with choores and keep the home stead safe, if you did not leave the food offerings out on the stoop you'd end up with your cows going sick, having the milk go sour and the chimney colaps.

Currently I'm trying to do a rough calculation on how much porrige I need to make for them to take care of the house work.. hmm... concidering we do not own any livestock, and the need to for a clean chimeney is quite redundant I'm hoping they'll be ok with living on the usual scurvy diet :D



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just a quick sign of life... (0)

Sunday, November 15, 2009 by , under , ,


I've just done 12 hours of transcription, my brian is comming out of my ears, my eyes a bleeding and my arms are falling out of their sockets, but hey, atleast it's good money.
I'm such a slut for rent money :P
today: been to holland park.
pictoral evidence to the.. eh.. *thinking* left?
I cant point right now so just go with the flow ok?
had a lovely day in the sunshine, got back around 12 and sat down to the dreary reality of puttin other peoples words into text. Swedish to english. But hey, cant complain, it goes to a good cause (roof over our heads and food in our tummies) so now i'm going back to it. Hope you all are enjoying your sunday!



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ooops.. 1

Friday, November 06, 2009 by , under ,


my bad..
3 weeks and not a single line of sarcasm.. or bad spelling.
My bad!
my excuse:
too much snot.. me and Love tend not to lay off the snogging even when snotty as hell so we've been bouncing the flu/cold back and forth beteween us. That and the lack of sleep since Love tends to breath very quietly when he's sick (instead of the lovely growly snore that keeps me happy) i've been waking up at every ´hour just to dig my nails into him to check that he's alive... hmm.. yes.. very resting.. :P
and now.. well .. I've said goodbye to my best friends.. again..
Today is my fourth day without a healthy filter between me and the rest of the world. meaning I work very hard not to headbutt ppl when walking down the street.
I'm also back to stalking smokers (or "my ppl" as I like to think of them) while sniffing like a happy bloodhound. Yes.. sad.. and not so slightly weird.. :/
I miss my ciggies...
picture above is taken with the webcam ontop of my screen, out the window.. i've got a pretty nice view when working (and able to pull my eyes up from the shiny stuff)
oh and please go check this out:
www. majesty2.com
we've done good :)



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finding family in forgotten folders... (5)

Thursday, October 15, 2009 by , under , , ,

Here's a small note about my family. Above you have pictures of me and my two brothers. Taken on a family vacation (hell) into Denmark. It was that when going into Legoland we all needed photo id on our tickets (good old 80's). I guess it was that just incase we got lost they'd be able to return us to whom-ever.. but anyway. My parents then paraded us over to the local photobooth. Where it turned out that it cost a good deal over 140 Swedish crowns. Per person (3 photos) and my father beeing very cheap (or in his own mind.. brilliant) came up with a solution that would leave some spending cash instead of having 9 pictures of his allready thouroughly documented children (in my parent house there are thousands of pictures of us. Seriously. We're well documentated) any-ooooo.
So he lines us up out side. I'm first ( you can see his arm in the picture to the right) where he's got a good firm grip at the back of my jacket. As soon as the flash goes off out I popp, and in goes brother nr 2 (mattias). Please note the facial expression.
Flash goes off, Mattias is tossed into my mothers waiting arms and in goes junior, (thomas) the baby of the family. Again you can see my fathers arm in the background as well as the drape of the doorway. And ofcourse the face of a very confused child going "what-da-#")¤(=(/&%="..
As you can imagine we we're surounded by lauging danish(es?.. who do you put a plural to danish? the people, not the pastry.)

So thats one family moment worth recalling yes?
I found the compilations of the photos in my parents house a couple of years ago. Turns out my fathers idea did not really save him that much money, since once my mother had stopped laughing and actually got her mitts on the photos, she would not give them up again.

So they joined the multitude of other pictures in drawers, books and cardboard boxes and stowed away for posterity.

Oh and I miss my family.

Might as well introduce my brothers to you as well. I'm the oldest (you can tell by the bossy and over protective nature of me) that i'm used to bullying brothers and ofcourse getting them out of trouble.
My middle brother is Mattias. He's all of 11 months younger then me.
Yes, my parents were dilligent and productive and apparently in love.
Then again the youngest (Thomas) is only 2 years and 2 months younger then me.
So yes... 3 years.
3 births..
Now fastforward (not that birth is not a pretty painfull moment) but imagine having 3 teenagers in the same appartment at the same time. Now cringe!

Anyway, once I got over my (in my mind well founded) wish to kill my brothers and we no longer live in the same house (amazing how much more forgiving you are to others quirks when you dont have to share a bathroom or kitchen with them any more) we get along pretty darned good. We were pretty tight when we were younger too. Not to say we did not fight. Fighting was a passtime excersised at any oppertunity, but noone got to beat on my brothers but me. Not even between themselves.

Anyway. gonna get of the memory lane express, get back to work and back to eating my aspirins. Got that damned cold that just wont go away. Have a lovely evening all and yonder.
Love and snot out of London //





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sitting alone in the dark.. 1

Monday, October 12, 2009 by , under ,


Love is asleep (or faking it, he usually cant snooze without the "tugg of the blanket" or "knee in the kidney " type of companionship I offer. I need to snooze too soon. Love also claims that I snoore.. I put it down to liable and if we did not have a shared bank account he'd be sued allready. I do however admit to extencive monologues and grumping while sleeping. I'll give him that.
Anyway, have been infused with a smidgen of more kultural note, watching Jean Eyerie on the computer (ITV, on demand) and allthough I have read the book I've never seen the film. Old thing. But truly lovely. And who how can you not adore a proper english costume drama? Got me thinking though. All great love stories are always so. well.. heavy. Theirs always a price to pay. (in this instance there was the face and sight of .. eh.. whats-his-name.. main character.. oh bugger) and there's always this big hurdles and missunderstandings. And thinking of me and Love's time together I'm happy to say we've had none of that drama.. Nothing. Seriously, the last time we had a fight was in the first year we were together, and as it goes with those things I can't even remember what it was about. And after that it's been to easy almost. I've come to expect some kind of balansing out of the bill so to speak. It might be that our lack of money is the pedulum balance. Since we never seem to have any. But not even when things are at its worse do we take our gloves off (or put them on) and have it out with each other. Maybe its just not in our build up. Allthough with just about anyone else i'd have reduced them to minced meat and made meatballs. The fun part is that just about everyone else is (family, friends.. ppl i've known for a long time.. my mum is very much included in this group) know me as the .. well lets say "not the most easy going person". I tend to be very short and cold with ppl I dont like. I dont suffer fools (or clown's, theyre creepy) and I tend to be come down on rudness and idiocy quite hard. And Love sees me as the cuddle bunny delux. So who am I really? the bitchy-bitch-bitch or the cuddle? If majority rules (and we do live in a democracy so by all means, it should) then Love is wrong isnt he? Should I let him know about it? He hates beeing wrong *grins*
anyway, thats enough navel gazing for a bit. I shoudl go claim my 80% of the bed (yes, I do a perfect sea-star impression when I want to) Hope your both well out there. As it is now, these bloggies have become something of an open e-mail to Lady P and Matt. I kind of like it. It's live having a not so secret - secret club huh? *grins*
I'm not quite sure who else comes on here since they do not leave any messages *cough* but just so you know, join in the blabber. Oh and go check out the lovliest bloggers online too (their in the list). Okej.. thats it.. Sleep. Monday night is ontop of us all (atleast on this side of the globe... )
Nighty night!



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Getting better at this writing stuff again! (0)

Monday, October 12, 2009 by , under


Saturday was sleept away, more then swept away.. 16 hours, on full tilt. Blissfull. that ofcourse did not mean we did not work at night again.. or that we actually got any time off (sleept away time off does not count, hontestly) so we're back at square one. Need some seriouse time off. Today will be half a day off. Wohoooo! But more work tonight.
So except for work, have not been doing much. Small reflections over small things, like how much fun it is to drive Love just a little little bit mad. One of my favourites: putting my fingers in his ears when he least expects it.. And yes, its ok to think "poor man".. most ppl do :)
anyway, gonna get a nother cuppa.. one of millions down now that I sound like a bad Janis Jopplin doubble (got a cold again) and i'll get back to work. Wohoo! and possibly some ear poking *grins* gotta keep the spritis up (or just Loves hackles.. hmm.. either is good! )



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Soooo tired.. gonna chew pillow in a min (2)

Friday, October 09, 2009 by , under


Been in Alton, meet a lovely man called Simon on the way back that keept me smiling and laughing on the train instead of weeping due to lack of sleep, and now me and love are going to curl up and sleep for (i hope) atleast 12 hours. The last two nights we've gotten no more then 3-4 hours sleep (tight schedual) and now we're knackered... I'm freezing and I'm so tired that my eyes gritt up. Goodnight everyone, hope your friday is a good one!

//M



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a picture of a sunny street (not the case today.. today its raining cats, dogs and assorted farm animals) and in the background you can see the partition that the gas ppl put up.

The gas ppl that ended up shutting our gas off for 6 days.

No gas means no heated water. no gas means no heating in the house. So in short we've been OD-ing on tea candles (the swedish word is "värme ljus" meaning warming light. .. very fitting I'd say since that's all we've had for warmth now that fall has kicked down the door and entered the premises) also doing dishes in cold water does not compute. Specially since my arthritis gets a kick out of it.
Add that to the fact that I did not get a singe warm bath (mainly my way of actually waking up and beeing able to move at all) I've been a very very grumpy and very very tired person.
And yes.. the work has been plentifull!
go here to see the latest: www.majesty2.com. got 2 more to go that we're doing the last couple of details on but I'll post them up later ;)

So between the work, the boiling of a 1000 tons of water and lighting of tea-candles and grumbling I have horribly neglected my poor blogg.
I have however picked up a new hobby. Harrassing the man (boy really.. ) that's been calling on our door to get the gas shut off, and despite beeing reminded by me, several times, to turn it back on, has been a total numb-nut and "forgotten".. So i've got a nice chilled halibut in my handbag every time I go out now, just in case i feel like smacking him around a bit before beeing on my way.

With that beeing said, i'm now gonna go and enjoy a long warm soak, a long chat with the resident rubber ducks, and after that I need to go get me more tea candles.. Better to be safe than sorry..



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falling in love (3)

Sunday, September 27, 2009 by , under

Found this on youtube.. its gorgeouse. Even though the singer sometimes gets into notes he should not really be on speaking terms with. But its still beutifull.



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buggerit.. (0)

Saturday, September 26, 2009 by , under ,


... It's now.. Uhm..
3 am. Tomorrow we've still got a good size work to do (I'm the perpetual time optimist) ergo: I'm sleep deprived again.
Or will be properly so tomorrow. Might be able to get a small sleep in though. Depending if my neighbour does not start the circle saw again like he did to day.. He did not win any browniepoints this morning. So between the dimwitts (yes, its happend again) that call on our door at 2 am yesturday, to go up to our neighbour, and the neighbour downstairs, we're in a good size dum-dum sandwitch.. :7
Anyway, gonna stop complaining. As soon as the guys we're working for have launched their websites i'll give you some nice eyecandy (if I may say so myself) to have a oogle on. Now I'm gonna try to hunt down those elusive ear plugs I bought.
Night Night all



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Sleepdeprived no more.. (2)

Thursday, September 24, 2009 by , under ,

I've been sleeping for 13 undisturbed (not even a loo-run) and it was flipping wonderfull! It was magical.. it was fluffy little pink sheep runing over a green medow while humming a lulleby and feeding me prozac. It was magical.. I want to do it again.


And now I've spent the day working so by tonight I can again go to sleep, at a normal hour and hopefull get atleast 8 hours more. I'm a sleep junky. I need my zzz's. I need my pillow. I will write an ode and some poetry about my pillow at a later stage, as soon as I can keep awake that long.
Anyway, almost back to my usual verbal self. By the end of this week we'll have gotten passed most of the work, while beeing really fun, has been very very busy and very very hard and on sunday the plan is to have a sleepy day in, with an outing - possibly to Barns - and then chilling with a sideorder of navel gazing and toe wiggling. As for now, back to work!



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one little branch of the family tree (0)

Wednesday, September 23, 2009 by , under ,

My nef Flipp (philip really... he's allready god a nick-name though). I'm getting updates and all but I've still got to meet him. The poor mite got my brothers pointy ears (i've always claimed him - my brother, that is - to be a changeling, this just proves it!) and bubbly apple cheeks, a very small copy of the baby brother I tried to kill for the best part of my first 10 years. (didnt work, my mum has reflexes like a fox). He's also been blessed with my lovely sister in laws temperament so this one will be a little warrior for sure :D

We've been working our proverbial tails (wouldent it be cool to have a real one?) off, but we're seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and its not a train this time! Wohoo! that beeing said we must have the best job in the world since we get to do stuff we like.I only wish we got more sleep. Right now i'm at the end of another 24 hour rush, and i'm heading of to headbutt the pillow into submission in an hour or so. Sleep will never have been this good ever. At least tomorrow i'll join the world of the living (and function like a normal *cough* human beeing) during normal office hours again. This week has run away, wearing those magical seven mile boots (is there any english version to that fairytale? or is it swedish and not a single person except for the family will get that reference?) anyway, half way through the week and all is well.
Cherrios (tomorrow they'll be served with milk and a cuppa PG tips) and take care, over and out.



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the life of a keyboard thumper 1

Sunday, September 20, 2009 by , under , ,

the last week or two as been diabolical when it comes to lack of sleep and the endless fun of coding stuff into different servers. Im sporting a headache that puts me in grizzly-mode.
So mainly i've been working. And working.. and sleeping in 4 hour intervalls before working some more.
Love has been bombarded by water beads (as featured here) and is dealing with beutifully (I'm still alive! :D)

anyway, hope you are all doing well, that life is sweet, and as soon as i get me hoofs underneath me again i'll post some good stuff (just need to go out and get something else to talk about then MySQL servers and databases.. its not all that riveting.. really... )
lottsa love



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walkabout - a long awaited one (5)

Friday, September 11, 2009 by , under , ,


me and Love decided to actually venture outside our own areas, meaning we actually went all the way over to st Pauls cathedral, took the foot bridge over to the southside and walked along the river front, enjoying the mischief and warm up for the Thames Festival. Since we're hard at work we wont be able to go tomorrow, but it looks to be a good one.. the way it is every year :7

Found this man.. he's put up some kind of water instalation, where he's done basically a giganting water mill, really quite beutifull in a rusted and grotty way (the instalation, not the man, he was quite clean)










he was still tweaking some of the tilt mechanisms, so I amused myself into guessing just what those pretty water boulbs were.
Well if you havent guessed yet, you're as blond as me.
Their rubbers. It took me a little time to clock that one. First I though they were glass, but then one thumped against the rigg and did not break.
See, they do have multible functionalities!
Their actually even quite pretty like that, instead of way you usually get to see them in public (usually half hidden behind a bush and really not pretty at all.. quite discussting actually)






















Anyway, some more water related stuff. I bought this little sashet of multicoloured beads, the size of sand grain. The thing is that when you put them in water they swell into these gorgeouse bubbles of gell. Their Great!
You can use them as amo around the house, they bounce wildely and you can also destress by simply putting your hand in the jar (where I keep them.. their actuall use is to hydrate cut flowers. bugger flowers, their my de-stress-finger toys !) and ofcourse.. amo..
Love does not like them as much as I do..





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the truth is out there... (2)

Tuesday, September 08, 2009 by , under , ,



Found this by the beergarden at the Ale House, in Brighton.. Now aint that just the truth? ...


I very much enjoyed mine..
We've just spent an hour rearanging the house, meaning we now are back to having our work stations out in the living room. The floors are vacumed, we've got wash haning over every concievable surface (and then some) and we're back to an ordered life style.. except for the bedroom, but thats for tomorrow, need to go through the paperwork and all the little cryptic post-its i've been leaving myself on my desk.. or behind my desk.. or under the bed (for some reason) .. Who ever said that housewifes have it easy should be either put through a spring cleaning or shot on the spot. I'm sweaty, im dusted, and I'm currently carrying a deep loathing for the vacum cleaner.. and all the flipping spiders we've got living in the rafters. I have no idea how they get in here but there's a endless supply of them.

Anyway, i'm gonna get back to work now and enjoy the view (my desk is right by the window.. meaning I can now sit and enjoy the view of the street. woha.. be still my beating heart.. :)

have a lovely day everyone.




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ass over teakettle.. 1

Sunday, September 06, 2009 by , under ,


So today I did another one of my goregouse displays of clumbsyness... it was beutifull. Managed to twist my left ankle while rearanging my right knee so that it now has the generall likeness of a cantaloupe... Meaning ofcourse that today I kissed tarmac again. God I hate it when that happens. And to me sadly it happends with startling regularity. Specially on the sidewalks of London that are plagued with tilting stone tiles and horrible cobbled stones.. (allthough i've been known to snuggle up to gravel in Sweden too).

Main problem is that since I have a problem with my joints they are not as firm as you'd like. So even a little bit of unblanace makes them just release their grip, enjoying their freedom for a while and ends up putting me to the ground. Not as much fun as it sounds really.


Anyway, so now my right knee is blossoming into a lovely shade of red and purple, while my left ankle decides to send messages of hate and distruction everytime I step on it (I've been mostly stuck to my bed for the last day or so, getting used to my pascha-like existence where I can ask and will recieve just about anything from Love.. okej, so the deal is not as bad as it sounds, but it aint funny either!)


Have no checked my e-mail and will now crawl back to bed, and hope it all goes away untill tomorrow. Any takers on that bid?



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The truth about Dogs (2)

Saturday, September 05, 2009 by , under , , ,

This post will be a reply to lovely PP, while enabeling me to show of the gorgeouse pixies of my dogs (both sadly enough gone now) and to explain the whole stinky, drooly, dirty part of beeing a dog owner. PP (Peoples Photographer, not wee or urin.. simply a shortent version of his bloggy name, since his name is his to share) has the really rather sweet missconception that any dog of mine would be farting rosescented potpuri while beeing demure enough to keep their faces out of their own bums.


Yeah.. no.. sorry.. Mine were just as bad, if not worse then every other dog on this planet. Allthough a lot better behaved (i'm not only a bit bithy.. I'm alpha bitchy too :)



Hades, the German Shepherd / Boarder mix. Weighed in at 55 kg's, ate like a horse and molted a small dogs bodyweight in furr every day for a couple of weeks every spring and fall. He also had the charming ability of all German Shepherds to accumulate moisture. Meaning he would smell quite .. uhm.. musky. This of course beeing a joy to us since we spent quite some time camping with this monster in the same tent. And as good as he was at keeping moose, beavers and assorted drunk youngsters away from the tent he also keept us out most of the time as well (Sweden is quite the rain forest anytime I had vacation)


At the end, (he died a couple of days short of his 13th b-day) he could knock you out with the foulest breath ever to come out of a living animal. Possibly comodo dragons got worse problems with halitosis, but I'm not betting for it.


Now this gorgeouse boy, who was Nozem, was as you can see, a very stately bloodhound, pure breed and with several of his kin appearing more then once in his family trees (not a good thing) sadly never got passed his 2nd birthday. He suffered Bloat, which is a problem with their bowels turning and locking themselves up.

One thing though that we were told by the breeder when deciding on a puppy (instead of how I did it with Hades, which was pick him out of the arms of my neighbour after roughhousig in the playground with him and his brothers and sisters) was that bloodhounds did not fart.

Yeah..

and there's a santa claus!

This dog could empty a room in 0.4 seconds. And he'd actually look suprised at the noise his but would make. He also managed to get drool stalakites (stalagmites? which one are the up's and which ones are the downwards ones? ) hanging from the 4.5 meter ceeling in the apartment. And never quite got over his happy-peeing before he died. (the usual way we would deal with this would be for me to call when I got home from Uni or work, so that my ex could simply open the door so that he would run down the stairwell and meet me on the side walk.. it atleast saved some of the carpets and we'd go for a walk.. but my shoes would sometimes be hit by friendly fire)

Also bloodhounds tend to have some of that very old dog smell right of the bat. they dont need to age very long (passed puppyhood and on it goes. their like human teenage boys - they dont smell of roses either when hormones are starting to kick in for the first time and make a hash of it)


anyway.. no.. its not a clean game when having dogs. once you've got a dog, your stuck with a wardrobe covered in a matting hair that makes you look a bit fuzzy around the edges. With some of the breeds (bloodhound beeing one of them) you have the saliva strands covering you like an oldfashioned handmade chockolate bon-bon.. specially if they shake themself off while your in the room.. and with just about all of them you get the musty dog smell haunting the house, and that only gets worse when they get older.

A lot worse.

But then again, despite the unholy hour you have to get up to walk them if your doing an office job (I used to leave Hades over for pampering with my parents when I worked full time, meaning he was walked and spoiled rotten while I was slaving away.. man i wanna be a dog next life) And despite the amount of cleaning you have to do to keep yourself from drowning in drool/lost pelt/ or the discusting things you have to do with medicin and ointments when they get sick, they make it all worth while.


Nozem had the interesting notion of having to kiss my feet (if he did not find them he'd try to rip the bed appart untill he got to nibble on my toes) and then come up for a ear rub before going to bed on his pillow. Hades would have a sing along while gnawing on my jawbone everytime I came thru the door.. even if i'd just been down with the garbage and gone for all of a minute.

None of them would waver from your side if you got into trouble and they would both love you no matter how big of a pain you are (and I'm quite a big one at times)


So yeah, their a pain, dependent on you for everything, their dirty as hell. They smell.. they're hard work and you end up with your heart broken when they do die.

But i'll have another 10 atleast before i kick the bucket myself (i hope)



oh and heres a picture of nozem as a puppy.. you tell me you'd be able to say no to this one :P


(ha ha, check out those paws... he was a bit over 60 kg's when he died, so those lion paws were not just for show :)

PS: oh yeah.. by the way PP, my dogs did not eat pooo.. I draw the line with my puppy raising and indulgence when it comes to eating poo and groin sniffing. Gotta set a standard right? :)

DS:



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caffeein and other life supports (2)

Saturday, September 05, 2009 by , under , ,

Went to Holland Park.
We needed a bit of a boost so we decided brakefast not involving wholegrain slices of toast would be a nice change to things . Instead it was the roasted vegetables and goat cheese that started my day, and I'm a very happy woman with a small pooh-bear tummy filled with latte and roasted foccacia (spelling is optional)

Me and Love then took a walk around the park and then decided to sit down our ikea pleather officechair formed bumms on a hard bench and enjoy the indian summer sun and the lack of artificial light from a computer screen. Its nice to just sit, watch ppl, and hold hands while talking about where we want to be in a year, where we want to live (right now Brighton is on top of the wish-list).. and ofcourse having a discussion just how many dogs we are going to alowe into the house we eventually will be able to buy (or rather, where Loves braking point is.. he claims 1, but I'm pretty sure I can talk him into atleast 3 more.. )
And yes, puppy talk is way more interesting than the baby version, we've allready been told what we're to expect. One boy one girl (yes, we are sure about that, we've got it from a very good source :)

here's for wishing for another 50 years, atleast, of sitting and bumming on park benches while clasping paws and talking.



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the brest laid plans of mice and men.. (3)

Friday, September 04, 2009 by , under ,

... just never work out huh?
we ended up with sleeping in this morning, and since I did the mistake of turning on my computer (I'm on automatic in the morning, no matter when I wake up) I ended on taking on work and we decided that the day off will have to wait. Not a bad thing as such, since we do live for work and we need it, but still..
I'm having a slight starbucks withdrawl syndrom, my empty hand clawing in the air after a sugerloaded and frothy latte.. grrr..
Our walkabout instead went the short round to the library, where I realized, standing amongst to many books and too many choices, just how much Love does to make me happy.
He remembers my favourite autors, does his best to remember if i've allready read or bought a copy of any of the afformentioned athors (its quite a long list) and he then does his very best to find stuff that I'll like.
It could possibly also be said that he just wants a big of peace and quiet from the eartugging, snuggle mauling and general full body tackling that I concider to be signs of affection, since when I'm in a book I'm practically incommunicato.. but still. Its sweet..
So, 10 min walk to the library, getting the surivival kit for today (CC light and some peanuts for snacks) and back to work it is.
Walkabout will be done some other day.
And long before that happens Love will be rewarded for making every other man on the planet look bad (my brother actually agrees on this, since he's had to listen to my sister in law going "why can't you ever do that for me?".. Allthough he only promises to hurt Love, not award him anything... wonder why.. *grins*)

Now then, back to work. atleast now i've got some really cool projects to keep me busy over the weekend :)



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walkabout tomorrow 1

Thursday, September 03, 2009 by , under


a picture of the pidgeon parking on Portobello Rd, I hate the little blighters.. Pest on wings.. Rats on wings.. Atleast rats don't bombard you with crap missiles while your out. To add to the horror the pidgeons in this area seem to be on a horrible diet of curries and assorted jet fuels.
Anyway, tomorrow we are going out for a walkabout. Need to get out of the house, away from the computer and simply enjoy som sunshine (god... I hope there'll be sunshine) and enjoy a coffee in one of the parks. Bringing the camera with us. And if it rains we're going to decend on one of the museums.
oh and we're also going to pick up my passport from the embassy, oh joy! So now, technically, I can travel again! Woho!
A bit more cash and free time and the world domination scheeme is back on tracks again!



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Weird dreams.. 1

Wednesday, September 02, 2009 by , under , , ,


I've had weird dreams now for a couple of nights. Yesturday I dreamt that Heathrow was beeing closed down (no lights at least) while I was trying to get to the other side (of what I dont know) and while I running thru it ppl where digging out money out of the stairs that I jumped, very much like the gummy-bears, in big gigantic leaps, chasing someone.. dont know why.. And last night I dreamt that I needed to get across Europe (one common denominator is that I seem to be going somewhere) and for some reason I had the trouble (see, how could you ever percieve that as trouble???) of having to drag Brad Pitt with me across Germany...
The most horrifying problem was that we would not be able to go as unnoticed as I'd prefer... Why would I need to travel in stelth mode over Germany?
And why were my thoughs on hiding Brad Pitt instead of snogging him? now theres a testament to my feelings for Love. I dont even get to dream steamily or even enjoy a little bit of snogging with other hunky men in my dreams, now I'm stuck with trafficing them over long distances while worrying about notice. And possibly the wrath of Angelina Jolie.. She's a quite sceary woman..
And when I woke up, the first thought was " I should have shipped him off to Lady P, he's nice, he's obviously house trained and seems like a nice chap"..
Anyway, over here the rain is poor down, i've found my "fofflor" (fuzzy knitted pink glittery sock/slippers) and I've even pulled my jacket out of the house of moths we call a wardrobe. Their no lions there though.. I've checked.



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Shake that tailfeather.. (2)

Monday, August 31, 2009 by , under ,

Today was the grownup version of Notting Hill Carnival (yesturday was for the kids supposedly) and it went with a bang. Currently listening (somewhat strained though.. my eardrums are a bit slacked off) to the police chopper thats hovering over our street. In fact it woke us up this morning. I woke up with a start having horrible flashbacks of apocalyps now - the movie.. Not a plesant way to start the day. but it got better

Me and Love took the camera for a little walk about (about 50 meters.. then we just claimed a space and then just let the floats go by.

Posting some pixies from today, starting with pretty in pink:


y absolute favourites, the Batala drummers, they come walking down the streets doing their little side-step drance and rumming life into anyone they pass. Their gorgeouse..
(this movie is from YouTube, from last year)




And some more pixies from the Carnival, all types, all sizes, and all colours. The dancers do ther thing while the decibel level is at 135 (5 decibel less than last year.. I could not tell the difference.. my ears are bleeding, just like last year.. :))



Man on stilts... or daddy-long-legs in person..




Body paint and feathers...

Goooooood carnival! :D



Big big costumes.. I got smothered in green when this batch when through, but it was worth it damned it! *picking out greenery from between my teeth*











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The not so innocent children.. 1

Saturday, August 29, 2009 by , under , ,

Today has been a day of rest for most part, with a sprinkle of agression (more about that later), we're going to get back into the grove of work again tomorrow, as well as having a run around the Notting Hill Festival. Always a good day to catch the elusive shaking feathered baredback bird on film (or pixel memory anyway) :)

The house has actually been prepared for the mayhem by someone putting up a playwood gate, with wired on handle, for barakading out the unwashed masses from our steps and front court of the house, so I'm thinking thats setting the tone of what kind of pain in the lump this will be.

Anyway, today on our way to wormwood scrubs (minor.. , theres the bigger version a bit futher down) we walk into a side street where a small kid was running tward us with 3 bigger kids behind. Me, with my natural instinct of loathing - seriously, who ever coined "the innocents of children" did NOT have any idea of the nature of the little beasts - soon proved itself right when the smaller one was grabben by the biggest and twirled around to the other antagonizer.

Since they were stupid enough to do this right infront of our noses I stepped in to the back of the big bully while shoving him away and pulling the kid out while giving a nice little growl in to his ear. My reaction to bullying is usually quite severe, I tend to want to see teeth on the pavement and possibly someone begging. But since these were kids (the bullies around 13-15, the kid around 12 I think.. hard to tell though) it was all I could to to keep my inner bitch on a leash when nimbwitts nr 2 retaliated with "shut up man!"

One.. I'm clearly not a man.. Secondly, thats just plain rude.

Ended up with steping into him asking him "or what?". Seriously. I've never been so close to hitting a kid befor..
I've been brought up with parents that, except for one slap to the back of my brothers head after calling me a very ugly very word at dinner after som severe teasing, never hit us.
They just never needed too. We knew who the boss was (mum.. and like any alpha female, she never needed to bare her teeth to get us to do what we were told) .

But at this moment I'm doing everything I can not to thump this obnoxiouse kid in the face while going "thats ma'm to you". And I'm the first to admit, I do have the fuse of a rabid she-bear, but I never thought my temper would flare up like that against a kid.

Anyway.. the kid has enough self preservation to look down and step out of my way, keeping his mouth shut while the little one is getting his legs under him and hitting the road.
Like any true animal the little bullies dont mind ganging up on smaller and easier prey but as soon as they get stuck up against someone bigger (and yes.. very much meaner) they always coward out. It almost hurt me that he did actually... with me turning around to walk away with my fists clenching and unclenching and trying to get my temper down.
It took me the better part of 2 hours.

I really dont like kids...
truly I dont...

Anyway, tomorrow begins the festivities... and as sure as the sky is far above, the fighting, rioting (quite severe ones last year) and other fun will be the order of the day. I truly hate any kind of agression (unless I'm passing it out.. as any big sister - I belive myself to be the only one fit to give judgement on any whalloping ) and since drinking usually does not bring out the best in ppl I tend to have a hard time keeping out of trouble.

Love believes me to have a superman (or wonderwoman) complex. With cape and everything... since I do not let things go unpassed or rectified. And ofcourse this has landed me in uncounted fights in bars where men have decided to slap their girlfriend around or gang up on someone drunk and dumb enough to show weakness. (I'm not saying I don't get beaten up for it, only that I can't let it rest)

So tomorrow, except for a couple of hours out in the daylight we are gonna be at home, enjoying the braying of fights and drunkards comming thru the window and me sitting safely at home trying to ignore it.



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work and no play (2)

Friday, August 28, 2009 by , under , ,


Putting up a picture of what i Dont do right now.
Its been all work and no play, but hey, atleast there's work right? :)
I've gotten mauled over mail by my brother whos sending the super sized files of Philip, the newest recruit to the Widen family, allthough it might be that he's getting H's name, and then he's a Carlsson.. hmm.. another thing i need to find out :)
(and yes, my brother and H have been living in blissfull sin for the last 8 years, therefor not sure of the surname of my nefew)
Missing the family, and worrying about money and simply getting down to the gritty about getting in more work and getting a bit further from the line. But life is still good!
We've got what seems to be the first winds of fall slapping against the side of the house, its good to be inside with a cuppa PG-tips.
Having said that we now need to trudge our way up to Sainsbury and get some food for the next few days.. buggerit.. having to wade thru anklebiters and kneebutters while irrate mothers of monsters stand screaming blue murder in the iles...
Oh yes.. looking forward to this adventure :P :)
Have a lovely star to your weekend everyone, hope its a good one!



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Philip has arrived (3)

Wednesday, August 26, 2009 by , under


I got myself a nephew, his name is Philip and he arrived yestruday evening by the escape hatch (H got a cesarian).
Now isnt that the cutest thing ever? (anyone objecting will get mauled)
:D



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while waiting for baby... (3)

Monday, August 24, 2009 by , under , , ,

My lovely sister in law is currently waiting for the "start up pill" to work, and for the bauta baby to come to the world. Meaning me and the rest of the family are waiting too..

most of them though are probably waiting with a bit more style.
Me, I surf youtube..
and then found this:




points to the boy for the self distance enough to actualy embrace the puss filled reality and having a good laugh about it.
and letting us have a cringing, chuckling snicker as well.
It's goood to get old :)



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Cray-fish evening in Sweden 1

Sunday, August 23, 2009 by , under , ,

Some rather bad pictures of the family (half of it.. Loves half anyway :) )
There was a cray-fish evening "kräft fest", where swedes (i'm not included in this group, to much work with shelling them and I refuse to suck on the belly of what is a glorified water spider that eats waterlogged cropses.. no-sir-eee.. not me.. ) go compleatly nuts about red boiled cray fish (dont know if i'm spelling that right)

As traditions states it is always held at the Nilssons house. They've got the huge grassy slopes perfect for games (throwing balls at eachother, wrestling and football.. the european kind, where you dont use your hands) Oh and quizzes, usually put together by Irre, the queen of tricky questions :)

This time we attended over Skype..
Above is the typical way of showing enderment in the family. That's Jonas and Tommy, Loves cousins, doing a bout of grappling and trying to headbutt eachother.
All in the name of love (not my Loves, he gets to headbutt them in person soon)
Getting to watch everyone, included the newest addition to the family (below) Emily. She was borne while we decided to stake our claims on London. Cute as a button :)


And this is Tilde (tongue girl, she caught on quickly about the computer not beeing the usual tv show and that the person - me - would do anything she did.. I'm pretty sure we've just ruined her for life. No childrens channel will ever be as good again.. I'm pretty sure sessamy street does not do interaction just yet.)

Anyway.
Apparently there was sun.. there were cray fish (Malin even waved one at the camera) and there was family. And we were here.
Gotta go back soon.
Specially since I'm most probably gonna be an "aunty" by monday. My brother (or rather my favourite sister in law - i've only got the one so far -) is getting things started on monday... hmm..
Aunty...
And the very weird part, my baby brother's going to be a dad.. or rather a "Dad"..
ha, thats a couple more of those "free-grown-up-points" cashed in :D
Okej, gotta get back to work.
ugh... More info tomorrow, with possible news of my new aunty-hood.
Wonder if its a boy or girl..



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London calling (3)

Friday, August 21, 2009 by , under , ,

Today is another scorcher, we've got work to do and I'm in need of coffee.

Just popping a little aquarell pen drawing I made for marvelouse Malin (the Nilsson alpha female) after their visit to London. Had the joy of talking to her and Marcus (the prodgidal son, theirs, not ours) over skype yesturday night, over webcam on skype.
Lets put it this way: I remember a time when I was spending my parents hard earned cash on phone bills to Poland (since thats where I spent most of my time, bf's tended to still be there when I went home to school.. for the few months I had to that.. hmm.. beeing a kid was good when you come to think of it.. )
anyway, back then, they only had one phone in the village (and no gays.. and if you havent seen "little brittan" that joke just sounds baaad) anyway so we'd have to book time, where he would be on the phone in the office of the stables (I used to work with braking horses in - and arms.. and legs.. and head.. the later 3 were my own, not the horses)
anyway... hundreds and thousands of pounds (or dollars) were spent on the phone.
When later the modem came even more money would be spent on chatting with ppl from just about anywhere.. just cos we could!!

Sitting in my room with an old modem doing the
beep-beep-beeep-cchzzzzzzzzzzz-zzzzz-din-ding-brszzzzch-kzzzzrzzrzzz ding-ding- kschzzzzzzzz
and then sitting up at all hours with a chat that would only upload if you refreshed the window..
Then having to get up at 6 am, to catch the buss to the other side of the city (stockholm) to go to collage and skipp classes to sitt on their broadband connection .. hmm..

And now adays, with my lovely virgin connection that costs me all of 7 pounds a month, i can cruize anywhere on the web, call friends in other countries for free, and even video chat.

Technology is amazing..
specially when you get to see the smiles of your friends and family




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Reality SUX! (3)

Thursday, August 20, 2009 by , under , ,


Lets face it. I'm having a very real and very painful bout of vacation-blues.
Trying to keep my head together, trying to get the work done but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwww..
I wanna go baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!
Anyway. The sun is beating down on our heads (Through the window.. pushing all the heat back into the apartment) .
Oh and I found out, after living here for over 6 months, that the garden is communal....
Meaning: we can go down and enjoy it when we want to!
Hell... The crafty little munchkins at the real estate agent forgot to tell us that.
So now I just have to find the corridor that leads back there.
Hmm... and of course share it with mad-man-clapper (every time he gets angry or agitated he claps his hands.. usually outside our front door.. ) that lives next door. Last time we saw him he was in his birthday suit sitting on a folding chair down on the very same grass that i covet..
It does make for a bit of a deterrent when you've got a buck naked, not all that stable, middle aged man running around in the supposedly shared garden.
Life might be a pain, but it's seldom boring.. that's a consolation right?
:)



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Kew Garden Delights.. (3)

Wednesday, August 19, 2009 by , under , ,



While Loves Mother was here we went for a treck (as always with the duracell woman of might) of 12 hours at Kew Gardens. I've been living here for over a year now but we've never been there.
We were on our way there once in winter but ended up kissing the door handle and turning around since we arrived just about an hour before they closed.

Now let me start by saying it is bliss.
I was scrambling around with my nose in the air and my eyes closed just sniffing the trees, bushes and bamboo, with a healthy mix of airplane fuel (its right underneath the flightpath to Heathrow.. so ever 60 sec you have birds of the most imence wingspan thundering down over your head.. lets just be happy they do not dump...)



Kew Gardens is celebrating its 250'th year now. Meaning there are plenty of things to see, ontop of the vast amount of standard exibits.
It started out as a summer house *cough* for Henry the 7th. And since royalty rarely do things half-arsed (except when it comes to chins) it soon ended up beeing one of the hubs of power amongst the rose bushes (there's plenty of those too)

You can find almost any kind of vegetation or even remotely resembling a plant here. And the best part is that someone really frantic about naming and taging has taken the time to pin signs to each and every one of them.

This place is 300 acers... now imagine going around pinning lables on everything.. just take a minute with that thought..



Anyway.. Its gorgeouse.. its green (with splaches of colour and spikes and even some rather weird animals) and it will keep you busy for a day..
We're planing on getting a year-card.. there are so many places where you just want to spread out a blanket and enjoy a good book, some cold drink (for the first hour.. before the sun gets to it) and greenery. As long as you manage to ignore the airplanes (next time I'm taking my earphones with me.. radio is much more restive to listen to) all is good.









This is the Palm House..
All made of glass and very very hot and very very humid. and when the light hits it, just so, you can see the palms growing on the inside.
If your feeling really brave you can take the walk way around the top to get a feel of life as a monkey or bird.



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Brighton blues... 1

Tuesday, August 18, 2009 by , under , ,





Simply stranded.. much like me trying to get back to sitting behind the computer after enjoying the pebbles and sunshine..
















with the colours and bright lights. Lets put it this way, you'll walk away with what is essentially a c-vitamin kick to the head. Its lovely.














Everything from the wooden hand carved horses (like Anna here... Gorgeous creature) to the shop windows and walkways. Its all in vibrant colour. while the sea tends to go to the bluish tint and the greys... I'm starting to think they are trying to balance it out. by going in the opposite direction.
Anyway, missing it like crazy...
Then again, who does not miss vacation time? :7
Okej.. now back to work.... gnnnnnngnngnngngngnn



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