B&B

If you’re visiting the UK and want to investigate some of the quirkier aspects of life on this great island, I would warmly recommend checking into a traditional B&B. I don’t mean one of the modern ones with Wi-Fi and espresso machines in the rooms. I mean one where time has stood still since the …

Swedish guests

We have Swedish guests visiting and I’ve entered full-blown psycho cleaning/fixing mode. This is after I looked around our house – not with the eyes of someone who has lived in the country for over 20 years – but with the eyes of a Swede. At first glance, the house appeared ok – in the …

Moose

Walking to school in Sweden was a dangerous activity. In the winter there were the blizzard and frozen nostril hairs to worry about. In summer and autumn there were the moose. I remember moose bulls to be unpredictable at the best of times, all legs and horns and not enough common sense. During breeding season …

Non Blondes

When people first meet me, they are often disappointed. ‘But you’re Swedish!’ they’ll protest ‘You’re supposed to be tall.’ As a kind of consolation prize, they’ll mutter: ‘At least you’re blonde.’ I’m not really blonde. My hair is a dirty beige, which goes a bit lighter at the ends. These days I will occasionally slathered …

Optimistic resilience

The UK is a place of optimistic resilience. Brits are able to endure hardship with enviable cheerfulness and never is this better demonstrated than on the various forms of their public transport. Like many British commuters, I rely on a service that attempts to pack half the population of the west into an hourly relic …

Rules of hospitality

Swedes like to mix their hospitality with strict rules. Official dinners, such as one that we were lucky to attend recently, can be a good example of this. On arrival, we were treated to a lovely welcome drink, then left to queue for an eternity to be ticked off the appropriate guest list. This set …

Lists

‘It’s spring, you should make a list of all the things you want to achieve this year!’ my husband proclaimed last night, before launching into a tirade on objectives and outcomes and measurements. ‘It’d be nice to be a bit more toned…’ I tried, which only served to unleash another torrent of mania, with husband …