Monthly Archives: May 2024

For the last little while, Freya has been worrying her ear. A vigorous scratch with a paw here, a shake of the head there, as if something was living in there, buzzing around, nibbling, being generally annoying. She has also … Continue reading →

One thing we miss from Farnham is the terrace. Having a large outside space that, seamlessly, goes from the inside to the outside, is something we’d got very used to over the years. In particular, the ability to eat al … Continue reading →

At around 2am today, I felt a strange rumble in my lower torso. Obviously, I’d been asleep but it woke me up with an insistence that I didn’t want to contemplate. There was, however, a choice. Go back to sleep … Continue reading →

The other day, on my way to the ICA, I spotted an odd little construction. Or destruction, depending on the way you look at things. It was a rectangular feature with two holes cut into the ground. The feature, which … Continue reading →

Living in Farnham and having someone else maintain our garden has obviously spoiled us. Having the gardeners come over and work each fortnight for a day was a great luxury. Apart from anything else, it meant I could stop mowing … Continue reading →

Ever since having most of her teeth out, Freya sleeps with her tongue hanging out. No matter which side she’s sleeping on. I don’t know why. Unless it’s a mark of her laziness. Mirinda worries that her tongue will dry … Continue reading →

One of the things we’ve discussed since moving to Sweden, is the need for a bigger, left-hand drive, car. This has principally come about because of the flood of visitors we’ve had and how being squished into the back of … Continue reading →

I was slowly making my way home from the ICA this morning when, suddenly, behind me, there erupted a whooping and a hollering, the like of which one usually only hears shortly before being attacked by hordes of zombies. Given … Continue reading →

The women who work at Chez Charlotte are starting to recognise Mirinda. I’m not surprised given we’ve had lunch at Emil’s Backe for the last few weekends. Or maybe it’s because she keeps ordering in her Australian accented Swedish. There … Continue reading →