Hello December!

It’s official. It’s Christmas. Get ready for ‘Last Christmas’ on repeat, an overload of nuts, dates and mint/gingerbread flavoured everything, and a general feeling of slight stress, if everything we do isn’t ‘christmassy’.

I love christmas, I really do – But I’m not very good at it. I’m good at the eating and drinking part (who isn’t?), but not so much at the preparation part. When I read other peoples’ blogs, everyone seems to have the entire house decorated on the spot at midnight on December 1st, ready and prepped for lots of christmassy photo shoots of artisan advent presents, home-made elfs, and a constant pot of hot mulled wine at the ready.

Most of the Christmas decorations I own, have been given to me by more christmassy relatives. I’m also quite lucky, as one Dane will normally send over a calendar candle in time for December first (I’m pretty sure this is a Danish tradition, adding to the christmassy stress if you get behind on burning it down, a little bit each day).

Luckily, England is much more about the going-out than the staying-in, compared to Denmark. Denmark is all about ‘hygge‘, preferably in a perfectly decorated Christmassy home. In London, you can rely on other people (mostly pubs or bars) to provide the flawless decoration, which is pretty convenient for someone like me. One thing I don’t get about English christmas though, is how acceptable a plastic tree is. I can’t imagine anything less Christmassy than a plastic Christmas tree, that you pick up from Argos at a discount. And get a ready made bundle of decorations in a ‘theme’ colour while you’re at it. I would rather have no tree at all.

Having said all that, I is more about the feeling than the setting. And I must say, that nothing beats Londoners, or the English in general, at getting together and celebrating.

I do think Christmas will sneak in to our little home sooner or later though. As will a real Christmas tree. And when I sit on the Ryanair plane in a few weeks time, ready to take off to Denmark, I’m sure I’ll be very excited. Excited to see the family, the dog, and the christmas tree with all questionable home-made decorations, that I spent my childhood producing.


Ice skating and mulled wine at Somerset House

Well, if I wasn’t feeling Christmassy before, I certainly am now!

Last night Kat and I swirled un-gracefully around the Somerset House ice-rink for an hour. At first, we played it safe (very safe!) going rather slow around the edge, always within reach of the handrail. But we quickly became braver and ventured further out on the ice, and actually became pretty good at it! No one fell (Although it was pretty damn close a few times). It wasn’t pretty, but it was definitely fun!

When we got off the ice after an hour of skating, we somehow forgot how to use our legs the normal way, but we did manage to walk to the bar next to the ice rink to get a much needed mulled wine.

Somerset House sure is the perfect setting for ice skating. Surrounded by beautiful lit-up buildings on all sides, a huge Christmas tree and happy people, it did loads for my festive mood.

After ice skating we walked across the bridge to check out the Rekorderlig cider lodge at The Southbank Centre on the other side of the Thames and the Winter Market. It was nice, but not many stalls were open when we got there, and it was a little empty. If you plan on going, definitely go before 9pm and perhaps wait till we get a little closer to Christmas.


The Bridge

Tonight the 3rd season of The Bridge finally reaches the land of tea and crumpets, and I’m really very excited about it. It is also just about the only thing on TV, and definitely the only series (apart from EastEnders, but lets not talk about that) that my boyfriend Joel will actually watch.

I caught the first episode of the third series when I was in Denmark earlier in the year, and it was a whirlwind – definitely a very intriguing start to the series, and full on from the start. Saga, the slightly disturbed Swedish police woman is being paired up with a new Danish partner after a crime is committed linking both countries. Without saying too much, in case you haven’t seen the first two series, she has lost her regular Danish partner Martin, after helping put him in jail at the end of series 2.

The Bridge is one of my favourite crime series, because of the amazing imagery, the quirky personas and the amazing storyline – it is so complex, that you’ll need to intensely follow to keep up. Even the first episode of the third series is a challenge. Don’t go to the loo or to make tea, you will be totally lost when you get back!

It starts tonight at 9pm on BBC4.

November inspiration

Personally, I find autumn to be a really special time of year. I think I would find it incredibly difficult to live in a part of the world where there are no seasons as such. It is sad in a way, as nature prepares for winter and ‘shuts down’. But equally beautiful because of the colours, the special light, and the promise of a return when we reach spring. It makes me feel small and unimportant, and reminds me that I’m just a tiny person living on nature’s premises. and I wouldn’t have it any other way.










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The greatness of grandparents

A few weeks back I travelled back to Denmark for a long weekend. The occasion was my grandparents crown diamond wedding anniversary – meaning, they have been married for 65 years. 65 years! How crazy is that? They got married in 1950, at the age of 21 and 26, which for the time was actually quite an ‘old’ age to get married at. Not very many people reach that incredible milestone, and probably even fewer people in the future. Being almost 30, I’m probably already too old to get there, even if I got married today.

Needless to say they are quite the inspiration to me, those two, and they are definitely the ones that keep the family together.

I have so many fond memories from my childhood when I would go visit them. They used to have a summer house by the sea, and I would go there pretty much every summer to stay with them for a weeks time. My grandfather would make waffles outside in the evenings, or we would go for a walk to the harbour after dinner for ice cream. My grandmother would tirelessly take me to the small local stable, where I loved going on rides on small, moody ponies. On hot summer days we would go in the sea several times a day, always with Buster, their big black dog. On rainy days we would play board games indoors or on the veranda.

We celebrated on the exact day of their anniversary at a Forest Inn, in the middle of the autumnal looking landscape, with a lunch, lots of drinks, coffee and cake. There were a few speeches, and when my grandfather stood up and briefly thanked everyone for coming, a small tear made its way down his cheek. I can only imagine all the history that must have gone through his head, all the memories and the images of an incredible life.

Me, my grandmother and Buster in the sea one summer
Me, my grandmother and Buster in the sea one summer

Universe in Two

My boyfriend Joel and his music partner Paul have just released the first EP for their newest project – Ultra. We had an amazing day out shooting the video below, done by Joel’s brother Josh, and – although I’m clearly biased – I think it’s turned out so very well. Have a peak below:

If you like it, I know they would appreciate a like or a follow – you can find them on Facebook and Twitter, and Soundcloud – and very soon on Spotify as well.

Countryside bliss

It sure feels like a Monday today. Especially after a relaxing weekend in the countryside. Joel and I met at extremely busy Waterloo station on Friday. There were so many people it was almost dizzying, and we definitely took a sight of relieve when we finally sat down in the train – heading out of London. Once we reached Hampshire, we went straight to a lovely Indian restaurant in Liss, where we met Joel’s parent’s and his youngest brother. It took us a little while to calm down completely. It’s quite amazing what London does to your general stress level!

The rest of the weekend was spend in Joel’s parents amazing cottage near Petersfield in the South Downs national park. Think indulgent food (mostly fresh from the garden), bike rides in the sunshine, fluffy knits, and lots of cups of tea. It was definitely needed!

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One of those days


I believe in being nice. I think you get further, when you are nice to people. It’s nice for yourself too, being nice. And for the world. There really are no limits to what being nice can do for yourself and for others. And it doesn’t take much really. A bit of politeness and a smile goes a long way. It’s the little things that make the big difference, and all that.

I’ve had one of those days where some of the people around me haven’t seem to agree with the niceness. At one point I thought “well, screw you then, and everyone else, because there’s clearly no nice people left in the world”, but of course that is not true. And if the people around you aren’t nice, at least you can be that one nice person making a tiny difference.  I could easily let it ruin my day, or at least an hour of my day, but what’s the point? The only person that would affect, is me.

Can we all just agree to be a little nicer? Say thank you when someone holds the door for you? Be that person holding the door open? I think that would be nice.

Self-confessed crazy cat-lady

I’ve just spend about 20 minutes going ‘kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty-kitty’ out our kitchen window, to a couple of neighbourhood cats sitting outside on the roof. The kindly came up to the window and had a peak inside, and allowed me a tiny touch. Thanks guys. One of then, a white one, we have endearingly named ‘The definition of an idiot’, only because she’s a bit of a clumsy cat. She regularly falls of the fence outside, and has no idea of what to do with a squirrel.

I am definitely what you would call a crazy cat-lady. I grew up with two cats, Chip and Chap, who were two black and white sisters, put on our doorstep when I was a couple of years old, and they were no more than a couple of weeks. My parents took them in, and we grew up together.

They definitely spoiled me for life on the cat-front! Especially Chap took a particular liking to me, and would follow me everywhere. She would even come with us when we went to the restaurant that was down the road from our house, and sit and wait outside for us while we ate (one day a waiter came over and said ‘who’s that fat cat sitting outside!’ – to which we could only reply that it was our fat cat).

Chap and I
Chap and I napping away

Since then there has been lots of cats in my life – Kamma, the sweet little red one with self-confidence issues, who we took home from a riding center at which I had been at summercamp, and Findus, a very self-confident and fun grey cat, who found his way to my dad’s farm by hiding in a car motor.

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I don’t have any cats in my life at the moment. But thankfully there are plenty of cats in London, and I always make friends.

In our last flat it was the neighbour’s Rosie who always came to say hello, and the strange Geoffrey (this wasn’t actually his name – He just looked like a Geoffrey) and his strange partner in crime Frederich (Not his name either – But he looked like a Frederich).

I saw this some where a while back, and it perfectly describes every cat I have ever known: In ancient times, cats were worshipped like Gods. They have never forgotten this.

At the same time they are quite loyal (but never count on this – they would never run for help if you broke a leg, but probably just enjoy laying on you) and definitely a lot of fun.

I realise I’m completely outing myself here, but oh well. Cats are cool. Just ask the internet.

Thursday Cravings: Grapefruit

I love pink grapefruit! I used to eat them all the time when I was a child, and have recently rediscovered them. How amazing is grapefruit? (Sorry, my excitement for a fruit might be a bit over the top). And, this is clearly also one of the healthier cravings one can have, so it’s a win on all accounts.

I’ve also recently read that grapefruits are one of the very few foods that contains less calories than the body uses to digest them, resulting in what’s called a ‘negative calorie count’. This is clearly not the main reason why I eat them, but it is quite fascinating I think. They are good for other reasons too, like supporting healthy skin, and helping to battle many diseases, as well as containing lots of antioxidants. Eating half of a grapefruit per day will meet 64% of your vitamin C needs, 28% of vitamin A, 2% of calcium and 2% of magnesium. (Source). So I mean, this is sort of a super fruit.

On top of all of this, they are also very pretty – At least to me. The colour and texture is amazing.



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