Reflections

We find it here, we buy it there

I love bookshops. Over the years I’ve invested a lot of money in all sorts of books, most of them spontaneous buys due to a book catching my eye. To slip into a store and spend a couple of happy hours wandering down aisles crammed with books – I can’t think of a better shopping […]

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Technologically challenged – a modern day affliction

I have a very good friend – my best friend – who alternates between laughing at my lack of technical acumen and making snarky comments about it. Constantly connected to her entire life through her mobile, she does mails, facebook, twitter, maps, weather forecasts, metric conversions, updates on daughters, on man, on friends & family,

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Will killing Charlotte come back to haunt me?

I have a thing about spiders. Let me rephrase that; I go weak kneed and squeak like a trapped mouse when I run into spiders indoors. Too many legs, too fast, too unpredictable … ugh! Outdoors, I have a “Live and let live” policy towards these creatures. I can actually concede that a spiderweb decorated

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Value for money

Today I bought a packet of ”Scottish cookies with Belgian chocolate” in my Swedish supermarket. Ah, the joys of globalisation, hey? I must admit it was the word Scottish that attracted me in the first place – that and the rather discreet packaging in white with a picture of – yupp, you guessed right –

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The Distraction of Ms Inspiration

Lately, Ms Inspiration has not been much help. Not so that she doesn’t spout ideas – she most certainly does, especially around three o’clock in the morning – but her attention span is the size of a newt’s, which means none of the ideas go much beyond an image or two. It’s very annoying to

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Will I ever ride through Paris in a sports car?

“Well, everything is just as it should be,” my doctor tells me with a bored little smile. “But what about …” I cough. “Well, you know; I don’t want any more kids, and the IUD is well over five years old, and …” She laughs! Bloody woman. “I seriously doubt there’s any risk of you

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