Hullo There

Dear British reader, if I have one.

I'm currently reading John Le Carré's "Our game" and the hero (a mr Timothy d'Abell Cramner, no less) keeps saying "Hullo" left and right. I've seen this before and always wondered about that U. Hullo? Is it a public school thing? An upper class accent of sorts? Why not hello? And could you give me an example of what it sounds like? Someone I might know of that says hullo?

Thank you ever so much for your kind cooperation. Please excuse my ignorance.

Sincerely yours,
Anna d'Abell Cramner

Hello Friday

Boss: Are you staying for the party tonight?
Me: (silence) Ehum.
Boss: ?
Me: Ehum, ehum.
Boss: I'm feeling pretty tired myself.
Me: ME TOO, ME TOO!
Boss: So are you staying for the party tonight?
Me: (silence) Eh...
Boss: Yeah, me too.
Me: ...hum.

Have a good one, my friends. Thanks for reading.

Today

Today.
So warm that the camera stayed inside while we were busy playing summer.
There were moments I would very much have liked to share with you.
But I were in them and I didn't want to let go.
The camera stayed inside.
I stayed where I was.
There was a picnic on the living room floor with a naked three year old and some plastic fruit.
There was coffee with a neighbour that feels like a friend. A quiet moment in the sun.
There was no cutting the grass, no doing the laundry.
There was a little drama.
There was a bit of exhaustion.
But there was music too.
And there were mushrooms and courgettes for dinner.
And more coffee with other neighbours.
Today.
A very good one.
And now I'm sleepy like you're sleepy when you've spent too much time in the sun.
Good night.

I'm In The Corner Watching You Kiss Her

New Robyn video out today.
And I'm off to bed.
Sweet dreams everyone.

It's Nine Thirty At Night And The Birds Are Still Singing

Just thought you'd like to know.

Forget Everything I Said

This is the icing on my cake.

Scary

Last night I dreamt about Reece's Peanutbutter Cups. A whole dream dedicated to chocolate. After much ado I finally found them, in a dark cupboard in a haunted house in a deserted village on a secret island. All the makings of an M. Night Shyamalan blockbuster! And all in the name of chocolate. With peanutbutter. Not available in Sweden.

No, I'm not pregnant. But I do seem to have some serious Reece's issues.

Smug And Sleepy

I'm looking at tomorrow's schedule and suddenly a day at home, washing the dishes, watching the grass grow, doesn't seem like a bad idea. But no. Lutheran by birth and choice, I'm setting the alarm to Extra Early and going to work before dawn. (No, I'm not. That would mean rising before four a.m. But you get the picture.) So, here's to me for doing my darndest. Or for at least not giving in/up completely. Maybe I'm not so bad, after all.

A Day Off

Plants were planted and phonecalls made.
Not all of them, but still.
Friends visited and were visited, godchildren kissed and hair washed.
A little digging took place.
A little pondering.
A little drama. But not a lot.
Kisses were had and given.
Vegetables were frowned upon by some and devoured by others.
Rain fell. And the sun came out.
Neighbours were friendly.
Everyone was sleepy.
Not a lot was accomplished.
In a good way.
Now we're drinking our tea and thinking about tomorrow.
Pancakes for breakfast, I think.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for listening. Thanks for coming back, though this place is sometimes filled with nothing at all.
Good night out there.
Sleep well.

Dear Robyn

I bloody adore you.

Until she releases the new video you'll have to make do with this (and "make do" in this context could be the understatement of the century). I'm stuck in Robyn mode. New album on repeat in car, Spotify and iPod. Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant.

Perspective

I find perspective to be very easy when it comes to Other People. I'm very convincing when I say things like "It's only a job" or "You can't change this, so stop worrying". When it comes to me, perspective goes out the window. I give such good advice, it's a shame I don't live as I preach. Perspective can be very helpful when you have a tendency for the overly dramatic. Too bad it's not for me.

And I really need a new cell phone. Thanks for reading.

Fast

Very funny photo shoot with sheep Thursday. Children and animals, huh? Lovely combination, as it turns out. But it's been a busy couple of days. I've seen a lot of the office and not a lot of my dinolovers or J.


Tomorrow morning I'll leave for two days of creative (I hope) chaos (most likely) with Mary, Skipper and the boss. Back with the family on Tuesday night. It'll be fast, this too. Speedy, hasty, run like the wind fast.

So, I've gone from a little slow to a little too fast. Maybe a change of pace is just what the doctor ordered.

Have a good start of the week. Thanks for reading.

The Office

Photo shoot today with sheep and children. Photos tomorrow to prove it. Also upholstered a chair, rode my bike and ate crab cakes. All in the glorious name of advertising. Somedays it's all good.

Right Back At Ya!

Leo's been featured! Or rather Blanka has, but still. Many warm thanks to the lovely Anna of Kansas, the heart behind Little Reminders Of Love, which is a daily treat for those in need of some sunshine. (Anna is also the baby sister of Katie, another talented blogger, whose husband happens to be a great photographer.) Thanks again, I feel very special now.

Because I'm Worth It

It's taking it's time this year, but we're slowly getting there. Days are long, sunny and chilly, the light is here, children wear new sneakers and get them dirty in an instant, my bike purrs like a kitten (or is that me?). Spring has definitely sprung and we're springing with it. Though noone's wearing anything quite as light as Princess May above. She's a good sport, taking one for the team. (Let's just hope it isn't pneumonia.) Either way, it's all getting easier up here. And it was never very hard.

It feels good, all the light and air and green.

I feel good.

Thanks for reading.

A Little Slow

I'm still here.
I'm just a little slow.
I forget the camera and I forget to buy milk.
I forget my pyjamas and Wilhelm's jeans and to call my grandmother.
I forget what I was going to say and I forget why I was saying it.
I'm a little off.
I feel a little tilted, lopsided, is that the word?
There are so many things I want to do, but all I manage right now are the bare essentials.
So I'm sticking with those.
I'm just here.
Eating peanutbutter straight from the jar.