Swedish dinner

We were hanging out in a pub in Waterloo, after having paid a visit to the hospital again. Tim asked about the dinner. A Swedish one, tonight, as we had bought loads of meatballs. I was making an attempt to have Tim speak Swedish:

I: So, what are we having for dinner?

T: Köttbullar [meatballs].

I: And?
T: Potatis [potatoes].

I: And?

T: Gräddsås [creamy sauce].

I: And?

T: Eeeeh, wine?

I: No, I was thinking of a bärprodukt [berry product].

T: Eeeeh, stones?

Ha ha ha! I just had to laugh out load. Where did that come from? But I soon got my explaination, when I worked out that Tim thought I said bergprodukt [mountain product]. It was lingonberry jam I had in mind, but stones were definitely more innovative!

Soft

We have - once again - been cat sitting for a week. Except for the one time throwing up on the middle of our already manky living room carpet (when Tim wasn't home, what else is new?!), Jim the cat has been just adorable. Cuddly, constantly purring, not very demanding, snuggly. So much so that when Tim annoyingly (obviously he doesn't get all the attention any more) suggested we turn him in to a cushion it almost sounded like a good idea. He's so soft and smells nice too (except for when he gets excited and drools, which really stinks) that the thought of him as a constant accessory on the couch was almost tempting for a bit. But no, tomorrow he's going back upstairs, and it'll be incredibly empty down in the dungeons.

More celebrations

Couldn't be more relieved - yesterday my thesis was sent off to the printers. Or, rather it was sent late the night before, but was cleared with the staff yesterday. I feel like I have been hit by a jackhammer, for several reasons; because I have hardly slept the last few days, I am truly mentally exhausted, I went out last night to celebrate with my darling Reynir, who had his viva and passed his doctorate. It was a great night out - Reynir had thrown a small party with loads of wine. Tim and I sneaked off in order to have dinner. Bought ourselves two cop hats on the way back (proper 'bobby' style) - which turned out to be the best spent 4 pounds in a long time. Everyone loved them, and Tim loved walking around, feeling important (nothing new there), saying 'Evening, all' and 'Hello hello hello' to everyon we met. Tried to meet up with sweet Emelie, who I haven't seen in ages, afterwards, but lost her on the way, at the same time as my phone died. Bad combination, but probably wise in the end.

The evening can basically be summarized in this picture:

Tonight we are calming down our nerves by going to see the latest Harry Potter movie (first time visit to the local Brixton cinema).

With a start like this...

... it has to be a great day!

Brainless

Yeah, that's exactly what I had planned to do with my razors (and the packaging). I'm so happy they warned me in advance... Eh?

What about using your heads, people?!?

Dancing queen

Tonight I had one of the funniest nights in a long time. Sweden is taking over the EU presidency on July 1, and there will be loads of activities in connection to this. One of them is called ‘Sweden on stage’, and will be held in Hampstead Heath on the 4^th. So, I’ve been planning to hold a small ‘after-birthday-picnic’ there on the day. One of the performers will be Benny Andersson (of ABBA fame), so it’ll be quite an event. Tonight, he released his latest CD in the UK (and in English), and as a launch party, and as a preparation for the concert (to which Benny apparently want people to dance) there was a dance course held tonight. Folk dance! I had an absolute blast! Not that I think I’ll dance on the day (more than my usual drunken stumbling around), but it was still great fun – and the two-three years of folk dancing I did as a kid are still definitely in me!

Sunday, sweet Sunday

Maybe the picture below needs an explanation. All the ladies in the choir held a big party for the men; three course dinner, drinks, entertainment, the lot (any friend on facebook can see a few pictures there). It also included decorating the gents’ – walls covered in sports, candles everywhere, and a small table with a few cans of beer, and loads of samples of men’s toiletries (perfumes, deodorants, and even a facial crème). There was a Moroccan lamb stew (Jamie Oliver’s recipe, very nice) for mains, and the men were really waited upon. Loads of dancing and drinks afterward. A great night, I got home at around 3, but stayed up and chatted to Helena who stayed the night instead of going all the way out to her western suburb. Still managed to get up at 9 (!), when Tim made us a full English breakfast, while I baked scones. Helena left at 14, and then we went back to Battersea park. Took the bus there (quite a detour, but fun to see new parts of town – I really like both Clapham and Battersea now), and strolled around for an hour or so. Didn’t have time to go to the zoo, so I’m saving the otters for another day. Had party leftovers for dinner, and then watched the last Alien-movie. We started going through the series (which Tim got for his birthday last year) last Sunday, when I wanted to watch an action movie. Watched Alien on Sunday, then number 2 and 3 on the Monday, but haven’t had the time to sit down since. So, it was definitely time for the last one tonight. Tim doesn’t care too much for this one, but I quite liked it. So far, my favourites are Alien vs. Predator (maybe because that was the first one I watched?), Aliens (no. 2) and then Alien Resurrection (no. 4). Now I’m off to bed to dream about scary monsters…