Who am I even?

Holiday is so close i can smell it. Tomorrow I put my ass on a flight to Sweden for some serious chill time in the forest. 

But first summer party in Paris. Cause I’m a globetrotting ninja. 

Said goodbye to my doggie yesterday. He was not happy when I started packing, he knows exactly what that means. So he mopes around and gives me the stinky eye. 

Conal came over and told me some stories from the rich and the famous. Nothing makes me feel older and more boring than hearing the stories from a genius but crazy 21 year old touring the world with famous people. 

But sofa life with doggie is cool. (The worst is that I’m now officially mature enough to not even get jealous.)

How the mighty have fallen…

Early morning train to Paris. Slept all the way. Snoring next to my colleague. A win for her. Leaving mid day tomorrow to catch my flight to Sweden. Easy. 

‘Only’ 13 days to I get to see this wolverine heroesque man again. That will be hard. Since im sappy and miss him kind of always. So I put together a countdown. To survive. 

What have I become? 

Midsummer shenanigans continued

Ok, I feel ready to share the rest of the midsummer weekend now.

I woke up on Saturday feeling fresh as a daisy…

Ish.

It was a struggle to pull myself together but a woman’s got to do what a woman’s got to do.

With heaps of make up and a shower I was ready to get to Hyde park and celebrate with the rest of the London swedes. 

Met this guy in a very busy park. 

Feeling a bit weak, shaky and fragile I drifted from group to group of people waiting for katta to join me. She came 3 hours late. That was a lot of drifting. 

After snaps and ready made GT to get myself in shape again both katta and George showed up and we went to a house party running into our crew from the night before. 

No party is boring with these two heroes 

By 3 I was done and dusted. There is only that much midsummer partying that can be done before it’s time to give up. 

Got home, fed myself, was massively annoying so my poor boyfriend felt the need to drown me out by reading a book. You snooze you lose.

So that was it. First midsummer not in Sweden. All in all a success but I do miss my never ending daylight and the smell of midsummer sweden. 

A very London midsummer

Midsummer in London was as fun, drunken, flowery and filled with swede food as in Sweden. But with better weather. Win. 

Katta and me had a lovely day with mani pedis and then lunch in sun before heading to hers for some wreath binding.

This looks like I’m better at it than I am…

Interesting shape 

George showed up and katta and him had a wreath off. 

I think we are all super cute midsummer winners (this is before we became super drunk midsummer winners) 

We went to Lisa’s for a full on midsummer extravaganza. There was pickled herring. And meatballs. And snaps…

So much snaps…

After more shots and drinks at Lisa’s we went to katta for mellanfest.

Unfortunately we had an unlucky incident with some bastard kids throwing rocks at us breaking her front door window.

After speaking to the police we headed to a nightclub. As you do. Never stop the party.

Everything is a bit hazy from here 

And at 4 George put us all in a cab back home. 

Awesome night though

Not so much the next morning when I had to wake up for round two. But I’ll do that one in the next post. 

Yet another picnic

It’s a bit cooler today and tomorrow it’s midsummer! Bring on the snaps. We won’t be dying in 33 but also not freezing our bits of in 10 which is Swedish standard. 

Winning! George has got both tomorrow and Saturday night off so tomorrow night is swede dinner at Lisa’s and on Saturday picnic in Hyde park. A two nighter. My old bones can’t do that any longer..

Yesterday not so busy at work Di worked from ‘home’ in the afternoon and went to the park with W.

We were both almost dying in the heat. W mostly rolling around in her grass in various stages of passed out and me more or less the same to be honest. 

Looking way to fresh.

In the evening met with maria and Charlie down at the river for yet another picnic. I’m on a roll! We had some ciders and strolled home when the sun went down around 10. 

Chillin at home tonight before the crazy of the weekend starts tomorrow. Have the day off so the plan is to sleep in tomorrow morning. 

Summer times

London is still boiling. It’s meant to reach 33 today. I’m loving it. Most of the time. Not when the tube is still closed due to the fire and I have to walk an hour to pick up W in a sweltering city (boohoo, poor me) 

During the walk up I passed by the angry crowds at Latimer Road. Not scary angry, just angry. Rightfully so. 

This was a lovely installation outside Oliver’s studio. 24 hearts for 24 floors. 

After picking up mini woof I gathered my family and we went to the park. Re using the food from the last days picnics. 4 days in a row…winning at picnics at the moment. 

Tired hairy heroes. Still more than 25 degrees out so snoozing on the grass. 

As I said, loving the weather. We read for a bit and me and Woolly were playing with an old bottle. Mondaying.

Walking home through summer London feeling pretty content. 

Life. Not too bad at the moment. 

Then George snored like a band saw last night so me and Woolly fled to the sofa before he sheepishly came and picked me up around 6 this morning. You win some you lose some. 

Clear blue skies and never ending picnics

What a weekend. 30 degrees and never ending blue skies. Come Friday I decided I have to stop worrying about my city and enjoy it instead.

So I did. 

Never ending picnics. On Friday me and katta sat by the river until 11 when the sun finally started to set. 

We ate everything. The first proper picnic and 4 cheeses are needed. 

And sent sad pictures to Eric because we didn’t want to go out and drink. So we didn’t. 

On Saturday I sat in our window waiting for George to wake up. Protected my skin with a hat. Because scandi.

We headed for picnic in Hyde park with a mix of people. I had to hide in the shadow with Woolly since it’s too hot for him in the sun.

It got later and stole some of the last rays

Before heading to meat liquor in Queensway for picklebacks and awesome amounts of food. 

Because sun I got really drunk. From one shot. So I decided I needed to go home. 

This little dude was not unhappy about that. 

Our plan was to go to the beach on Sunday but due to a bike ride the trains were full so we slept in instead 

And headed to the Heath for sun and more park chill time.

Bella and Alex came and joined us. Alec had lost a bet and had to wear this hat all day. George loved it. Always a kid.

5 hours of almost melting in the shadow. 

Before going home to die.

It was one of those hot, clammy nights when you can barely sleep. Not even Woolly tried to join us in bed. 

Melting today as well. We are going for yet another picnic tonight. Have to use the city when it’s this lovely out. It won’t last. 

Have a good weekend everyone

Sunny Friday i London, its supposed to be 25+ this weekend so we are planning picnics and the beach to use this one day of English summer. 

Had picnic with George on the green next to work for lunch and only a couple of more hours before weekend…

Yesterday picked up W at the studio. Filled with reporters and the air smelling of burnt plastic. Eerie.

I felt bad taking a picture but I also felt like I needed to. To not forget. I don’t know how to feel about all of this to be honest.

It’s hard to forget this view. Ever.

Tonight katta and me are having a quiet one. We’ll have a picnic and not drink. Needed. Especially since it’s midsummer next weekend. Our livers will appreciate the break. 

London stories

I went to the doctor to do some blood tests this morning and my amazing nurse (George wondered if he should be worried) lives opppsite the Grenfell Tower. 

It was an emotional conversation with this lovely man telling me how him and his family got woken up and through the night helped the fire fighters by pointing out people in the windows etc. He also mentioned how hard it is explaining to his two kids what had happened. 

I spent my morning packing clothes, chargers, mobile phones and toiletries to give away. We are doing a collection at work. I feel helpless and I want to help. And I also gave money. In the end of the day they need that more than my old clothes.

I love London in times like this. It’s a true community. I remember after the Hackney riots how locals went out with brooms to clean the streets and after this the centres are already saying they are getting too many donations and volunteers and all the 2000 needing a place to live are cared for.

London you beaut.

Yesterday I went to see George, katta and Stu for a drink and dinner in London Bridge. Didn’t want to be alone. It was lovely and the area had just started to open up again after the attacks. We wanted to show our support. 

On the way home George found a chair for the basement. You give some you win some. Life. 

I love you London.

It smells of smoke in the air all the way down to us. The air is misty. Oliver tells me that the park up by the studio was filled with ash and debris and he can see the still burning building from the window.

The stories from the burning house close to where I live hits me like so many other things this year. Life in London is filled with tragedy at the moment. The thought that someone throws a baby out the burning window to save it makes me hide in the bathroom. 

This is London. In flames. Over and over again this spring.

So I hug the people close to me. Curled up against George chest with Woolly on the other side of me this morning while I told him what had happened while we slept. 

I go out and enjoy the sunshine. Try to read books and think about happier things. The city and it’s people, that me, needs to continue. So that is what I do. 

Hello from me and my little friend.

It’s been a quiet week my end. Or, lots going on but quiet in that I’ve stayed at home. Tired. 

It’s been raining and I’ve been hiding away at home. And wearing sexy rain coat. 

I have also had some tricky but necessary conversations for work. Since I’m taking over another team of 25 people I’ve had to sort that out with the current manager making sure he is ok with it. Which is not an easy conversation since I am basically stepping in and taking over but want him to be happy and stay on. 

Hope I succeeded..

I’ve also been sitting on the sofa playing with Snapchat filters finding a little person hiding in my throat. 

Hello little one. 

And yesterday I started with the anti depressants again. Mainly as a precaution. Work has been tough on me and I’ve noticed some of my old behaviours flaring up. This is a way of making sure I have it under control. 

I spoke with the doctor and he was helpful. Telling me they see that often. Patients being off it for a couple of years then using it when they are noticing a relapse. 

I think it will help. I’m not bad, just want to own my thoughts again. George is the best support, asks me how he can help and really try to understand. And crazily I do talk to him about it. 

When I first told him a couple of weeks back that I needed to go back on the meds and I’ve been struggling in and out for the last 5 months he looked at me and said 

‘Next time let’s try and get it down to 3 months. And then 6 weeks. I feels 6 weeks is the ultimate time. We can work with 6 weeks.’

I love him for that. Not making me broken or someone that needs fixing. But us doing this together. Making sure I work on the things that need a little tweaking. 

Working from home today. The medicine makes me so so tired for the first couple of days. Can barely function. I might have fallen asleep for 4 hours in the middle of the day. 

So, quiet week at home but busy at the same time. Trying to manage tricky job situations and dealing with my mental state. Being kind of awesome but also questioning. That’s what I do. 

Can’t wait for the weekend. Peace out from me and my bearded little friend.