December.

I'm going to try something through December. You may have seen it on other blogs.

Dag 01 – Om mig (about me)

Dag 02 – Min första kärlek (my first love)

Dag 03 – Mina föräldrar (my parents)

Dag 04 – Det här åt jag i dag (this is what I ate today)

Dag 05 – Vad är kärlek? (what is love?)

Dag 06 – Min dag (my day)

Dag 07 – Min bästa vän (my best friend)

Dag 08 – Ett ögonblick (a moment)

Dag 09 – Min tro (my faith)

Dag 10 – Det här hade jag på mig i dag (this is what I wore today)

Dag 11 – Mina syskon (my siblings)

Dag 12 – I min handväska (in my purse)

Dag 13 – Den här veckan (this week)

Dag 14 – Vad hade jag på mig i dag? (what did I wear today?)

Dag 15 – Mina drömmar (my dreams)

Dag 16 – Min första kyss (my first kiss)

Dag 17 – Mitt favoritminne (my favourite memory)

Dag 18 – Min favoritfödelsedag (my favourite birthday)

Dag 19 – Detta ångrar jag (this is something I regret)

Dag 20 – Den här månaden (this month)

Dag 21 – Ett annat ögonblick (another moment)

Dag 22 – Det här upprör mig (this upsets me)

Dag 23 – Det här får mig att må bättre (this makes me feel better)

Dag 24 – Det här får mig att gråta (this makes me cry)

Dag 25 – En första (a first)

Dag 26 – Mina rädslor (my fears)

Dag 27 – Min favoritplats (my favourite place)

Dag 28 – Det här saknar jag (this is something I miss)

Dag 29 – Mina ambitioner (my ambitions)

Dag 30 – Ett sista ögonblick (one last moment)

Let's see how I get on... join me!

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I do.

...with every Christmas card I write.

They're saying it will snow here next week. And in Scotland it might go down to, lo and behold, -9C.

Ok, it's not warm. At all.

But it's kind of sweet how shocked people here are any time it's colder than say a few minus degrees.

I've got a bad case of lovin' you.

Ok, I've tried to get new migraine tablets today. The doctor wasn't sure what he could prescribe to me so he will give me a ring when he's figured it out. Bless. Also got an appointment with someone who *may* be able to give acupuncture. My aunt swears by it so it's worth a try! Have had these migraines for too many years now and it's starting to impact on my work sooo planning to get it sorted out. Once and for all.

In other news, I've had a good 24 hours or so. Can't stop smiling for some reason. I'm sure this week's work will see to that, though ;)

Also got my interview date/time through. I daren't say I'm looking forward to it but I think as far as interviews go it will be quite nice.

Weekend fun.

This has been a lazy weekend. Lots of sleep, pub and thai food yesterday; cleaning & sorting office and some work today. And supermarket - always fun on a Sunday.

Head's empty and it's late so I'll be off to bed - will get better at this. Soon. Promise ;)

xx

I made a new friend.

I was in a taxi home on Saturday. The nice, slightly elderly driver asked me where I was from. Upon learning I was Swedish and had lived here over 6 years, he commented that 'well you must have broken a lot of heart here then love?' 'Er, no' I responded politely. 'Oh, do you not have a boyfriend then?'

Not quite the same question, is it? Anyway...

'You should lose him and get with me instead, love', he said. I could only laugh, whilst hoping he was joking, and looking through the window to make sure he was in fact taking me home.

He proceeded to tell me he was a single man, and did I know any other Swedish ladies in York?

At the end of the ride he also gave me his number.

Get in!

Cold.

Tonight is clearly a How I met your mother night. And curry night.

Can anybody find me?

I've been singing this song in my head for a long time now.

The most annoying part is that it's only one word, really, going round and round and round...

Yep, you guessed it. 'Somebody'.


"Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Somebody. Can anybody find me - somebody to love..."

It's not Mario time.

It's no good, I need a secretary. Or two. I'd be good at delegating work I think.

Catching up with stuff after a holiday is always a nightmare. I'm not sure it's worth going on holiday really.

Speaking of secretaries, the other week I was referred to as the 'sextarial support' for something. I thought that sounded awesome.

Hello darkness, my old friend.

It's Autumn. Lovely, pretty Autumn.

But it's also pitch black by the time I leave work. I like this less. Maybe I need a miner's lamp thing?

Remember, remember.

Last year today my sister was visiting and we drove up to H'gate to watch the fireworks and bonfire. We got there, parked up and it was tipping it down.

So we turned around and went back home. We saw some fireworks on the drive home though.

This year - no sister. And no rain. But we can see lots of fireworks from our front room window so no need to go outside. And it's not as noisy.

Win!