We are back – and with us the dreaded jet lag. Funnily (not really funny) though, it seems to only have affected the Pea. Whilst the rest of the family could happily snooze day & night, the Pea wakes every couple of hours with a startled scream, yelling at the top of her lungs. With […]
Just a little note to let you know a) I am still here, b) I still love you and c) you guys are fantastic!*
The weather has been getting to me recently. That, the uncertainty about my writing, and my yearning for the Nordic countries (it’s an on-going love affair)* have pushed me to extreme measures: the baking of Kanelbullar. Kanelbullar are Swedish Cinnamon Buns. You will find them in every Swedish gas station, news kiosk, supermarket, and, of […]
Because Lil’ L was dead set on making snow angels and getting to see some kind of real life Winter Wonderland (I blame it on Disney’s Frozen), I took her to Sweden last weekend. Luckily, it started snowing the day before we left London and didn’t stop for the whole weekend – i.e. snow angles, […]
The idea to buy a house somewhere to take the family and spend time together, far away from the big city, work or schools has been floating around our heads for a while now. For years, the dream of a house in the country had been nothing more than that: a dream. And then, all […]
I love Sweden. How could you not love a country that has a mealtime created for the sole purpose of devouring heavenly baked goods and coffee? Around 4 o’clock every afternoon, the country comes to a halt to grab something sweet (cinnamon buns, yes please!) and a coffee, enjoyed on an actual break – as […]
You know, when they tell you that this trip you are about to embark on can change your life. When you laugh a little and shrug it off, half amused and half scared that maybe, it will. Because how can seven short days change what has taken more than 37 years to become what it […]
The one thing I miss most since becoming a mother is having time. Time to myself, time to think, time to do nothing. Nothing in this sense includes reading a book, having a hot cup of coffee and, oh the glamour, going to the toilet alone.
Salut mes petits cochons, it’s me, Mademoiselle Met. I am still here, still in France, albeit a little more pureed dans la tete than I was before. What can I say, it’s hot down here and the availability of un verre de rosé (or two, or three) at lunch (and dinner, and in between) doesn’t […]
After we endured Le Grand Schlepp aka 16 hours of driving to St. Tropez, I exited our car sans any feeling in my legs but avec a wealth of newly accumulated completely useless wisdom:
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