Monday evening, a few hours after dinner, I finally gave up on the thing I’d be working on on my laptop and went to find Rasmus, who was reading and drinking ouzo (as you do). He put aside his e-reader and I climbed into the armchair with him and sighed. I’d been working all day on something…
I spent Friday in the kitchen, creating a whirlwind of pots, pans, spoons and measuring cups. I was co-hosting a baby shower that evening and had desserts to make for 20 wonderful women. As always, it wasn’t quite as smooth a process as I always have in my mind. Less unruffled-Nigella-Lawson, more Monica-Geller-at-Thanksgiving. I had…
Trigger Warning: domestic violence. We were sitting around the living room, me cross-legged on the rug so that I could type notes onto my laptop as we talked. The cat kept trying to get onto our laps until one friend’s eyes started watering and the sneezes began and the cat was banished outside for the…
Back in January, seven months after my miscarriage, two of my best friends from uni visited me. We took a few short walks through the city so that they could legitimately have claimed to have been in Luxembourg, and then spent the rest of the time in coffee shops and restaurants and on my sofa,…
It was a stunning May day, one of those with the heat of summer but still the fresh smell of spring. I left the small dark church with its pews and stained glass into the freedom of this glorious day and walked down the long hill to the Sunday market. There I found the stall…
February. It’s a wee tiny month but it’s been pretty full. I’ve met and made multiple new friends this month, which is always such a joy for me. There have been some new work possibilities to get excited about, we had visits from good friends from Brussels and Copenhagen, I gave my first sermon at…
