Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside

We spent the weekend in Weymouth. T’s (half)brother Simon is currently working in Saudi, but was back for his once every three months visit. Simon had brought his family down to his father’s place in Weymouth, so we joined them there. It was an amazing weekend.


We barbequed on the water front. Made hot dogs and marshmallows. 





We went badger hunting. Water pooling (one crab). Fishing (no luck).  


We drank G&Ts in the garden. Watched the Olympics - women’s finals in sailing. 


We got sunburnt. Little H got a lot of fresh seaside air. I got to sleep in both days. (And wonderful T took the night shifts). I got a gift from one of my sweet nephews. 


We went for long walks. Swam in the sea. Ate local ice cream. Had fish and chips in the harbour. 


It was a really great weekend! Had almost forgotten how much I love the sea.

Waltzing? Keep on Dreaming!

I really like my in-laws. They are sweet and friendly, and makes T all embarrassed. They were all also very happy and supportive when we announced that we were expecting baby H. I was given a book on pregnancies and giving birth, was sent cards and one of those “My baby’s first book”. When visiting I was treated like a princess (and T was told off for not waiting on me, and failing to run out and get me chocolate every five minutes – despite me not really fancying sweets at all at the time.) All of this despite the fact that baby H is not their first grandchild - there are gazillions of them!

However, there was one gift that was… well, let’s just say ‘different’. They had bought me two CDs with music which would be great to give birth to! Well, it’s the thought that counts, I guess. But firstly, I think giving birth while listening to music is just a lot of hippie/earth mother stuff that doesn’t really work in reality. (If nothing else it would totally ruin some of your favourite songs, forevermore connected to pain!) Secondly, if I was to chose any music, it certainly wouldn’t be THIS!


André Rieu! (Who is that, anyway?) I don’t know what’s the most frightening – his hair or the fact that there must already have been plans for a “Waltzing in Europe, disc 2” when this came out.

Well, T was nice and compensated by making a personal playlist on Spotify for me. (And no, it was never played.)

And for your information - Cat Stevens was only for emergency. In case I had to have a caesarian...


Happy feet?


Baby H has this squeaking and squealing noise he makes when he’s hungry and upset. It was the cause of the following dialogue* between father and son the other night (around the not so Godly hour of 4 o'clock):
- H! Do you have to make noises like a dying penguin? You know, penguins can make that noise. But they choose not to. And that’s why people love penguins!


*Well, I guess technically it is probably a monologue, but H did make noises back, so that’ll do for now.

And I'm back!

Having left this poor blog on its own for 22 months (!), it is quite strange to be back. A lot has (not  unsurprisingly) happened in that time - I finally got a (relevant) job. Moved back to Sweden - in with my parents (now, that alone is worth a medal). Moved twice more to flats that I sub-let. At the same time I somehow still had my life in London. T stayed behind in our old flat, fighting his own battle. Admittedly, I has been a very tough time for both of us, for different personal reasons. But we are out on the other side, stronger and with a new member on the team. In May I gave birth to T junior, more commonly know as baby H.

So, for now we are all back in London. We have moved again - I refused to have a baby in that old flat (see old post on a certain rat...). We are further out from the centre (the fact that our street address has the word 'village' in it should be a clue), but it is green and leafy and baby friendly (though I feel far from one of the many yummy-mummies that populate the neighbourhood). I'll be home from work for the next year, looking after baby H. (I had some vague idea of finishing off some articles during this time, but considering how little time I have to myself at the moment that seems like pretty unlikely. I'm still impressed by people who claim that having a baby has made them much more time efficient. Hell no! It has just taking me from being lazy to making me completely inefficient.) Sunny days are spent in the park, rainy ones (which so far has been most of them) in front of the tellie, watching old seasons of Glee. Occasionally H allows me to pick up my Kindle (love, love, love!) for a few minutes, where I for the last six months have been trying to get through Karl Ove Knausgård's "Min Kamp 1" (in Norwegian, of course). A story, which so far (two thirds in) is a good, but not captivating read (therefore the long time). Hopefully, I will from now on be able to fill some of these baby free gaps with new blog posts. Fingers crossed!

Messy

No, I call it differently organized.



Well, this is my working space (when it is not occupied by hubby). Here is almost everything I need - a piece of manuscript, some glue (not to be used on said piece), old candy wrappers, an empty coffee cup, a soft monkey, an empty bottle (from the night before), nail polish, party hats (not from the night before), loads of pens, old batteries and an assortment of happy meal toys. And you wonder why I am no longer very productive? British Library, everything is forgiven - I will come back!

Smell?

I was just about to write a half funny post about the funky smell in our bathroom, and then whinge about English houses. I was then going to joke about how we probably have a dead rat under our bath tub. This is no longer necessary, as it is no longer funny. We have just discovered the said dead rat under the bath. It is beyond horrific! I have the bravest and best husband on the planet (though I might have to be reminded of that at some point in the future), as he is now in there, trying to dig it out from between the boards. I am sitting as far as way as possible, no longer hungry...

...and Tim just ran past in order to get a big gulp from our whiskey jar.

Is there something wrong with me?

It's not even October, and I am already sleeping under double duvets. This morning, even Tim woke up cold and had to switch on the heating. Tonight I see English women walk around town in sleeveless dresses and flip flops. I am shopping for woolly sweaters. There is something wrong with this picture...
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Sometimes you really have to love this city. I just saw two storm troopers walk down Oxford street.
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A new pet?

Morning conversation:

Tim - I woke up in the middle of the night by the weirdest noise. I was convinced there was a parrot in the bedroom!
Me - Oh?
Tim - Yeah, so I held my breath to listen for him, but couldn't hear anything strange. But then I started breathing again, and realised that it was just something in my nose that made the noise.


And he wonders why I complain about his snoring?

Things we...

laugh at at the moment:


I don't know. We might just be really weird people...?

The black box

Posh, middle aged, female friend of ours:
- I have an emergency box in case there is a nuclear explosion.
- Oh, what's in it?
- Mineral water and foie gras.

Not that I knew that there is an immediate nuclear threat, but I guess anything goes in an emergency.

A runner

We are having friends of mine visiting this weekend, so there is an obvious need for cleaning the flat. I was sorting papers on the floor (horrible, horrible carpet!), when I saw something strange.

- Tiiiiim, is this a spider or a flower? [Please, God, let it be some funky kind of plant! I'll swear I'll go to church more often.]
- Eh, you want me to say flower, right?
- Yes!
- Eh, yeah, it's a, eh, flower.
- Nooo, it's a dead spider.
- Oh no, it's just the skin of a spider. But don't worry. It is from the running kind, so he won't be in here any more.

Wrong answer! And not comforting! Especially not since I store all my underwear in a bag under the bed...

Storage

After spending three days in bed with a super cold, Tim and I got serioudly bored of doing absolutely nothing in front of the telly. So we, or Tim rather, started a major project - doing something about 'the book situation'.

Both of us have many, many books, and together, well, it's a fairly impressive collection. (I, admittedly, owning more fictional literature, Tim having more on the ancient Greeks and Romans.) Problem, of course, being storage. (And let's not get into how to organize them - my books, his books, mutual books? Who uses one more? By theme? By size? By author?) We only have three bookcases. One being our own (which works partly as a glass cabinet for fancy chrystal glasses), the other two are the cheapest piece of crap imaginable - a basic wooden structure with no back and no sides. They are in fact so unstable that Tim has had to use his belt to tie them together, in order for them not to fall over. Additionally, we have a damp problem in that room, so nothing is allowed to touch the walls!

As we have started to acquire more and more - gifts, purchases, extra copies of our publications, the situation has become quite chaotic, to say the least. Come new solution! We have now moved a small half hight bookcase from the bedroom to a previously unused corner of the living room. (Where we had the Christmas tree last year, and which has until now been used to dump mostly crap in, since we shut off the door in that corner of the room.) It actually created quite a little nice reading corner (minus good reading lamp), and looks quite nice. We are still double stacking all of our books, but at least we're down to only one pile of the floor, rather than piles everywhere. The only problem now, is what to do with the clothes that used to be kept in that bookcase? We have basically moved the issue of storage from one type of object to another - we now store our clothes in piles on the bedroom floor. I fear we might not make it to an IKEA any time soon...

Who's who?

I know I have blogged about it once before, but at the moment I just cannot emphasize enough how much a love the fact that people share their itunes libraries freely with others. (Mine, of course, is strictly personal.) Today I spent the day listening to someone’s ‘Arabic groove’ (their words, not mine). Brilliant! Firstly, it is actually very groovy (can one still say that, without being stuck in the 60s?) and very easy to listen to. Secondly, there’s no way I can sing along (highly embarrassing if done aloud) and I can’t even sit and listen to the words, as they mean absolutely nothing to me. Perfect for working!



Normally you can group people’s libraries into one of three categories: the senior academic (listens to classical and occasionally some jazz, the most modern stuff they have is ABBA), the fresh BA student (listens mainly to pop/rock, usually pretty mainstream) and then the ‘alternative’ phd student (who is trying to be a bit more ‘deep’ and ‘difficult’ than the average person – he or she is, after all, doing some serious research – and thus won’t have anything from the hit lists in the library). Of course these can also be divided into subgroups, and a good bit of gender and queer theory could be applied to it, but I am trying to keep it simple here.



I was thus very surprised when I the other day came across someone’s library, which mostly consisted of Disney music! I looked around. Who is this person? I came up with four possible explanations: 1) a stressed parent (most likely the mother) is sharing a laptop with the kids, 2) someone is doing a major research project on the importance of music in Disney stories (I was, after all, sitting in the Rare books and music reading room), 3) someone in my alternative group has gone way too alternative, or 4) Disney music has suddenly become retro cool (I definitely wouldn’t know) and someone from the young student group is like the hippest person around. Go figure!

Daily wonderings

On the tube they just announced that: "Due to necessary engineering work, there are severe delays on the circle line". I am of course grateful for the information (although I, due to the afore mentioned more or less constant engineering work normally try and stay away from that line), but still cannot help but think that it must mean that there is also unnecessary work?

You know it is going to be a good day...

...when you arrive late to the BL, but manage to find the only empty locker. And then discover that someone has already put a coin in it. Yes, jackpot! (Should I be brave enough to buy a lottery ticket? Or maybe that is pushing your luck?!)

Happy anniversary

Today is our fifth wedding anniversary. Time has truly flown by, although it sometimes feels like yesterday. At the same time, I cannot remember life before us.

In honour of the big day Tim has given me a new super hero name: I am now Tabasco kid! Complementing him as Tiujana Tim. I whinged a bit, thinking I came off with a pretty crappy super hero name (how would I fight anyway? Throwing Tabasco at people?), so I was upgraded (?) to Ipanema Ingela. (*sound of whip*)
So, Tim has since walked round singing Girl from Ipanema, and other evergreens. Who said marriage is boring?

Happy anniversary, sugar. You make my life an adventure!

The latest invention

Tim and I sat on the bus on the way to Bar Boulud, a very swanky restaurant in Knightsbridge. I had just put on some lipgloss, when Tim wanted a kiss.
- Mmmm, he smiled happily. (Not that it was flavoured or anything - you do not have to imagine any retro 80s stuff here - but it probably had some faint fruity scent.)
- Yeah, I smiled back (thinking it is pretty nice to have a husband who still occasionally likes to give you a kiss, even in public.)
- Fruit, he said. You know, they should make those in flavoures that boys like, then we could kiss you all the time. Like beer! Or tikka massala.[Oh, God!] Then you could have one on the upper lip and another one on the lower and it would be like a great meal!
- Eh... Yeah...
[Silence.]
- Or cheese and onion! I really like cheese and onion!

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Test of the day.

This just came through our letter box. First of all, I am very impressed how they legitimize buying pizza by claiming it is healthy. Secondly, I love their selection of veggies. Spot the odd one out, anyone?

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Experiences from the tube

Dear fellow Londoners,

Summer is here. It is lovely. Please start wearing deodorant when using public transport.

Thank you! Kind regards,
Distressed traveller


PS. Anyone taking the tube from Leicester square to Covent Garden truly deserves to be hit by the plague and drowned in the Thames, you lazy bastards!