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 … Continue reading Moose


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 … Continue reading Non Blondes