I forgot to put on my ring today. I only usually take it off to shower, not because I’m worried I’ll lose it down the drain but more because it gets tangled in my hair when I’m shampooing… But it usually goes straight back on after all the suds have been washed away and so…
Despite what my weird accent may occasionally suggest to people, I am not remotely American. I have lived there a short ten months while studying but that’s about as close as my association goes. However, we are, for the second year running, hosting an American Thanksgiving at our flat! This is again Marissa’s fault cause….
The last few weeks have been a whilrwind. A weekend in the UK, six days in Morrocco, home for three (Rasmus in Cairo), then off to Copenhagen for two days, over to the Netherlands for two and finally back home again. I love travelling, I love all these places (especially Copenhagen, have I told you…
We got home late Saturday from a six day trip to Marrakech in Morrocco. And I’ve spent the last four days nursing a sore throat that feels like it’s swollen four times its normal size. I even had a bad dream that I was desperately running through the narrow Marrakech streets looking for a pharmacy……
The last weekend of October we drove back to the UK (missing the first ferry – only 50% my fault. Yes the traffic might have been better if I had not been 45 minutes late meeting Rasmus but they moved the damn bus stop! Stupid European Council meeting causing problems again…) After spending Saturday at…
Yes, that’s a mouthful of a post title. Let me explain. Thursday was Marissa’s birthday. Marissa is one of my bestest friends. We have grill-outs on her terrace, she keeps a stock of kriek for me in her fridge, she has an infectious laugh and she forgives me for not liking orange, her favourite colour….