About last night…

Let’s face it. The French do it better. Fact. They even do hangovers better. I woke this morning with a head-splitting headache and a taste in my mouth that would suggest something had died in there. I untangle myself from Johan’s naked, limp body to spare him the sight of me, which turns out to…

Happy F***ing Valentine’s Day

A week, lost in the grey sludge of prescription drugs. Fantastic. And I am feeling better. The thing is, and which nobody seems to understand, is that it really is very difficult to juggle all the balls of a successful, busy life such as mine. I’ve been trying to regain some perspective by reminding myself that we…

Dark

I’m screwed. Losing it. I called Dr. Friele and demanded an emergency appointment and have just come back home. I need to sort out this mess in my head. It came out of the blue. A bolt of fear. Deep, black waves of panic surging against my stomach. I don’t have any pharmaceuticals strong enough…

Death by Dugnad

Put Dugnad into Google translate and it’ll tell you it means ‘voluntary work.’ This, however, is simply untrue. There is nothing voluntary about dugnad. In this country, you are annually forced to tidy and clean up at your children’s school and sports centres. No matter who you are. We can all agree that it’s nice…

Reservejesus

It began well. Sophie was as skinny and facially tight as I’d hoped. Her husband, Mikkel, was handsome in that strong-jaw Tom Brady kind of way. Limp handshake, though. You know what they say about men with a limp handshake (if they don’t even have a firm hand, etc.)…anyway. They have no children, which must…

Just So Happy

The reason I haven’t written a word in so long is that I’ve just been so happy. Blissful. It’s easy to feel inspired to write down my thoughts when things aren’t going well, but when they are, I tend not to need these therapeutic measures quite so much. Family-wise, things are really good. I finally…

Au Pair/Nightmare

Seriously, it’s just been the worst weekend. Truly the stuff of nightmares. In less than six months, I’ve lost two au-pairs. And now I’m au-pair-less and quite frankly desperate. This bad turn began with Anita, who arrived at the beginning of the year. She was tiny, cross-eyed and suspicious- of everything, it would seem. The…

Falling Apart!

The trip didn’t go entirely to plan. At first, it was great. We did what girls on a girl trip do- drank champagne by the pool and talked about men and compared wrinkles. I had fun. On the Saturday I went into Puerto Banus with Cornelia and bought a dress and some shoes in Corte…

Airport Thoughts

I’m writing this from Scandinavian Airlines’ VIP lounge at Oslo Gardermoen- I might as well, I’m here alone. Sometimes, the girls really are so strange. As only myself and Fie have access to the Gold card members lounge, we suggested the others pay to upgrade their tickets so we could all while away an hour…

Thursday

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