Monthly Archives: February 2021

Today marked my second visit to the butcher. Because of all the wild meat we bought from Joseph yesterday, I didn’t need that much. I did buy some duck, though it was French not Swedish. I don’t mind that it’s … Continue reading →

I like drawing parallels between events. I find it interesting how sometimes things are right, when at other times, the same things are wrong. Obviously I don’t know everything and sometimes this ignorance leaps up at me and makes me … Continue reading →

Mirinda saw a hare out the back window this week. Ever since, she’s been trying to see another one. Naturally, although I hadn’t seen the hare myself, I believed her. This is in direct contrast to the time when I … Continue reading →

There were two things I didn’t like about the butcher in Farnham. His insistence on using plastic for wrapping everything was one of them. Plastic bags and plastic tape to seal them. Always too much and a bit of a … Continue reading →

I didn’t go outside again today. I wanted to rest my feet from shoes once more and give the blister on my extra big toe a chance to heal. Mind you, when I say I didn’t go outside, that’s not … Continue reading →

Not satisfied with having a massive amount of special bun days in Sweden, it seems they also appropriate others when they appear. Thus, today was Carrot Cake Day at Norrby’s. And, obviously, I had to have a slice. It was … Continue reading →

I have been, sort of, moderating a conversation on an old post I made back in 2015. The post concerns the Turnbull family of Whitby. While the comments started off being between readers and me, they have now started being … Continue reading →

Finally! Success! After so many attempts and failures, I have been to the butcher in Trollbäcken. And not only have I been, it was open, and I bought a week’s worth of meat. Triumphantly, I then headed to Ica to … Continue reading →