With a heavy heart
The decision has been made almost two months ago, and it is only now that I can get myself to put it down on ‘paper’: we are not moving back to London.
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Going home to Brexit
So, it’s official now. After pretty much exactly four years in Sweden, we will be leaving this summer. It’s not a secret that I have been struggling massively with the Swedish winters. Five to six months of ice and snow, the blackest, treacle-like darkness from 3pm to 9am during two months of that and a blanket […]
Apples and pears
Someone asked me the other day how living in Sweden compared to living in London. Well, it doesn’t. Hence the title. I guess my life here brought out a part of my personality that I thought might exist, but wasn’t entirely sure about. Tending to fruit trees and preserving pears has not really been on […]
Stories from the yoga path: pants and knickers
In my quest to become an avid yogi, I am trying styles and classes I have previously ignored. Like hot yoga. Because who in their right mind would want to exercise in tiny pants? Unless they are ridiculously fit and incredibly confident, maybe. I am neither. But once I had gotten my head around the […]
London coffee spots: Jamie Oliver’s Recipease
I am all for a red cup with an unpronounceable long name to it, as long as it’s got my name written all over it. But sometimes, I just need to step away from the corporate coffee chains and go for the real deal: a local cafe, where the bread is freshly baked and the soups […]
Mrs Sledgehammer, part II
Our 1920s Manhattan art deco inspired London pad was coming along nicely. After we had sorted the kitchen and the floors, the bathrooms provided the next challenge on our list: a family bathroom on the small side and an en-suite that was so miniscule, we couldn’t even fit a regular door on it.
Snogs and Skating
To mark the last day of her first winter half-term as a reception year student, I took Lil’ L ice skating at Westfield today. I have been taking her to various rinks all around town for the past two years, and the big advantage of Westfield is that it’s indoors. No soggy bottoms when your […]
Baby, it’s cold outside
On our way to school, we passed a homeless man sitting on a bench on the High Street, rubbing his hands together against the cold, covered in a blanket that seemed to be falling apart. ‘Doesn’t he have a home?’ Lil’ L asked as we walked on. ‘There are holes in his blankie,’ she said […]
The Savoy, Rupert Everett’s little brother and a dozen oysters
Thanks to the reintroduction of Date Night and also because we had a special event to celebrate, we visited a London landmark location that so far had been off our radar. The Savoy is one of these places everybody knows in London but few actually frequent. Maybe because it seems too obvious, too touristy (it’s […]
Family portraits
While we have tons of gorgeous pictures of our girls, there is not a single one of us as a family. When Petite Pea’s nursery asked for a family portrait, I had to give them two – one of Big M and the girls and one of myself holding our offspring. Big M commented that […]