There is very little you can’t buy in a well stocked Finnish supermarket. Bread, milk, rifles, fishing nets, bullets, porn magazines, sex toys…
Wait, back up there a minute.
Sex toys?
Because I have long gotten over the shock of rifles, bullets and porn mags being readily available.
Why would you buy a …
Thank you to Foodie Mummy for the Sunshine Award.
Also thank you to
Erin from American Mom In England
Kelly from A Place Of My Own
Paula from BattlePlan
Brit in Bosnia
Make Do Mum
Sandy from Baby Baby
who also gave me this lovely sunny award but after I’d already made the video. (If I’ve missed anyone off, …
Yesterday I ran out of potatoes. Not to worry, I’ll just nip to the cellar and get some more. But before I could go down there though, I was going to need some supplies.
Ski pants, ski coat, hat, gloves, wellies and a shovel.
You see, our cellar isn’t conveniently located underneath out house, but …
The following conversation took place recently at a burger joint in Finnish.
‘Can I have a cheeseburger meal and a portion of chicken nuggets, please?’
‘Anything else?’
‘Oh yes, I’ll take two of those juices. Can I have a raspberry and an orange?’
‘We don’t have any raspberry left.’
‘Okay, I’ll take two oranges.’
‘Anything else?’
‘No, …
You’d think I’d learn.
You’d think after five years I would have figured it out by now.
After making the same revolting mistake over and over again, some sort of memory should have built up, right?
It seems not.
Perhaps I’m a bit slow.
A bit challenged.
Perhaps years of being a sweetie lover, especially the …
Living in a household where one member has a total of five words and a billion different hand-signals that must mean something to him, and one speaks her own special Finglish language can be problematic enough without us adults feeling the need to join in.
Never the less, lying …
I am sitting in a large log cabin, fire roaring, glass of rather nice wine clutched in hand, trying to make polite conversation with the five old ladies sitting around the fire with me. Mostly they just smile a little nervously at me and look away. It’s hard …
…your icicles are on the horizontal.
Clutching my snowboard bag, the only item of my luggage to have made it with me to this frozen land -for this was the day that Tim, the God of luggage, stopped smiling on me forever- I stood shivering outside Kuusamo airport in northern Finland and wondered fleetingly if it …
I have always been lucky with my luggage. I have flown to far flung countries via other far flung countries with sometimes four or five stops along the way and my luggage has always been at my final destination when I arrived. Always. Even that time I …
Chasing Elvi May around the house trying to get her to put some pants on: several hundred calories and a good half portion of the days ration of patience.
Getting two mischeivous and wholey uncooperative kids suited, booted, hatted and gloved and outside into the cold: the other half portion …
Saying that it is a little bit cold here in the winter is like saying Paris Hilton is a little bit irritating or my children are a little bit untidy. It is, quite frankly, the understatement of the millennium.
But that’s okay, it supposed to be cold in a …
