Scotland I am in you

I’d like to start out saying a huge thank you to you all for your thoughts and support during Igor’s illness and death. It really meant a lot. It’s one of those times that reminds you that there’s still good people out there.

It was a tough experience. He was my little CSI buddy. Most evenings I’d dim the lights and he’d come up for a cuddle and an episode of CSI or Doctor Who. We once tried out watching X-Factor but he did not like that. He spent the entire time curled up in a ball hissing. He was a hedgehog of fine taste. I once left some cucumber in his food bowl and the next morning I found it tossed next to it with just the bite marks from where he bit into it to remove the offending green bit. Chicken and ham was his favourites. I left a few bits of chicken as a test and a friend was telling me that surely there was no way he’d eat that. It was gobbled up by morning.

The Mothership went with me to collect the body as we’d chosen a home funeral. Now that was a story all by itself. The vet had packed him up nicely in some cloth or something so he was presentable. I must admit part of me was still holding on to hope that they’d made a mistake and we’d gotten someone’s guinea pig home and we’d get a call saying he was fine, there’d been a mistake. We went to my place and needing a spade I went to the garage room that contains the shared garden tools of the block. Now what did I find? A plastic shovel! Not a tiny kids’ one, but a live sized actual shovel made of plastic. Who thought of that one? After two attempts at digging I gave up and found my gardening trowel. That worked much better. We decided to put him under the big bush with the yellow flowers which meant that not only was I trying to dig a hole deep enough I would also randomly get poked in the face and eye by the bush. But in the end we got a hole that was as good as it was going to get with our skills and he had a nice funeral. We even put a pile of big rocks on top just to be sure he didn’t resurrect or got dug up by cats.

I was moping around at home when during the daily chat with the mothership, she mentioned that there had been a talk in the bank of Los Parentos and they wanted to help with a ticket to Scotland so I could get comforted by my man. I think she was worried I wouldn’t be eating so it was a win-win. So I booked a ticket, this time flying over Frankfurt an airport I’ve never been to before. I of course got the plane with all the kids on the flight to Frankfurt. The ones who sit on opposite sides of the aisle screaming at each other and having fits over who gets to look out of which windows. Sometimes opening windows in an airplane would be a nice feature. The next plane was half an hour delayed and I got to spend 20 minutes sitting next to a guy with a serious frog in his throat that he just couldn’t get rid off. Luckily for me he left for Dublin and I was sitting there thinking “Ireland you’re on your own!”. I did make it in the end, as did my luggage.

Leggy had a day off work so we decided to go see something new. We ended up visiting a 13th-century castle version of Barbie’s Malibu dream home. There was a big pond and the weater wasn’t bad so we went for a walk around. We got to enjoy nature, got close to majestic killing machine aka swans and snagged a lot of pictures. Some who may be more interesting for more than just the trees but Leggy will have to deal with that. After all the fresh air and petting of dogs being walked we thought a bit of civilisation would be in order. Now we didn’t really find that, we found Asda. Not hating on Asda here, I rather liked that shop. Not in my all time top 10 of shopping places but they had some pretty good deals. We were a bit hungry after having watched all the yummy ducks swimming around so we thought hey why not try out the cafe. Now that wasn’t the best decision. Actually it was pretty horrific. If the 70’s and an asylum ever met this would be the place. The people were very friendly and proof that even though you wear the world’s biggest hearing aid or you’re a few sandwiches short of a picnic and semi deaf you can still work, but when you’re told 5-6 minutes on the burger and it turns out that may have been the time it took the half deaf woman to deepfry the patty before blowtorching the thing, your patience start to wear. And for some reason she kept insisting that Leggy was the one wanting the burger and that I was the one who’d ordered the chicken, we switched plates after she’d left. That the cutlery then wasn’t completely clean or the seats, table or pretty much anything else now that was a bit of a no go that made you start to wonder if you’d just sat down in a salmonella death trap. So I did what any slightly weird person would do, I laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. I’ve never tried anything like it and I’ve eaten in several different shop cafés. But hey the chips were pretty good.

The life of a rock star

I have been in the process of cleaning up the flat. After having been left to it’s own devices for some time the flat was starting to look a bit grubby. So doing a bit of cleaning every day has started to show off.
Now am I the only one who finds vacuum cleaner bags a pain in the arse to get? My local shop used to sell the bags to my trusty Nilfisk but now when I was all out and had an invasion of dust bunnies I couldn’t find them anywhere. I was in several shops before I gave up and did what I should have started out with, I ordered them online.

I got new bedding to the hedgehog. I know it’s the wild life of rock n roll. Yeah Baby! His kind is apparently allergic to ceder and fir tree so it can be a real pain finding bedding to him as a lot of the sawdust packs to pets just has an ingredient list that says : Wood. I mean I’m not a complete idiot. I didn’t think it was made of stone or teddies. I’m just the weirdo who what to know what type of wood is in it. I mean wood is a pretty broad term to use when you’re looking to avoid certain types. Don’t even get me started on his food. In the end I found some that was made out of hemp so that is what he’s walking around in now. Leggy suggested that I give him some rolling paper too.

We did almost get a new family member. No not a baby. My close friend has a gorgeous little Cairn terrier named Anton. He is the happiest dog I’ve ever met and we totally love each other. But my friend’s daughter is more of a cat person so they’ve taken in two kittens from the wild cat that came with the house. So of course the child is over the moon about the kittens and so Anton has been forgotten a bit which made him rather depressed. He was moping around and wouldn’t really leave his bed. So my friend was asking me if maybe I could adopt him seeing as we are so happy together. But all he needed to get his mojo back was a visit and he is now back to his happy self. I’m really glad he’s back to normal and get to stay with his family, but a small part of me is a bit sad I didn’t get to adopt him.
Susie has been a bit frustrated. I bought Sims 4 from some Christmas gift money so my lap has been occupied by the laptop rather a lot. Of course me being me I started out creating Slutty Sim and made it my goal to see how weird I could make their family tree. She ended up getting 9 children with 3 different men and her eldest daughter ended up marrying her step father and having an affair and getting a love child with her step sisters step brother. It was very strange. Yet another reason why I shouldn’t be god. There’d be a lot of webbed fingered banjo players out there before I got bored of that.

Now going back to the cleaning I have a trick taught to me by the Mothership that I figured I’d share with you guys. If you drink a lot of tea like me or coffee like Leggy you may know about how the mugs after a while starts looking all brown and grubby inside. Now what you can do is to wet the mug, then take a kitchen sponge moist it and the add about a tea spoon of salt on to it. Then you just scrub inside the mug like you were cleaning it with soap. It may take a bit of pressure and sometimes the scrubby side is best. Then when you’re done you just wash the mug and Bam! it’s as good as new. I’ve even taken pictures of the process TV shop style.

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Today’s music is inspired by cd’s I got for my birthday and Christmas. I was very lucky and got all the cd’s that I had put on my wishlist so I was a very happy camper. I may soon have to find a new storage place though as my current shelves are starting to fill up. But that’s a problem for future Steffie.

Florence + The Machine – Ship to wreck

I was sure I’d put this one on before but a quick search didn’t show anything. I got their album How Big How Blue How Beautiful and I absolutely love it. One of my favourites.

Lana Del Rey – Music to watch boys to

I have her debut album on vinyl and I’ve heard it so many times. It is beautiful. So when I got her two new albums on cd I was very happy. I’m not entirely sure what I think of Honeymoon yet. It seems very much the same all the way through. I’m hoping it’s one of those that win you over after a few plays

The Pierces – Secret

Now this is a cd where I’ve heard almost all of the songs loads of times. They always feature on my music streaming service play lists and somehow I just never got around to buying the album. But now I have it and it can live cozy in my collection.

Sara Evans – Suds in the bucket

Now this is pretty much as country as you can get. At least in my head but I am still a fan and was very excited about the 5 cd collection I’ve got.

The Brothers Bright – Blood on my name

Now this is one I haven’t got in my collection. I haven’t been able to find it anywhere but I absolutely love this song and I’ve been playing it like a mad woman. And yes, I totally found it watching The Blacklist. That scene was so awesome!

Looking for freedom

I made it home after a long journey. Apparently taking the evening flight home wasn’t the best idea as I arrived with the train early in the morning and apparently the night busses only runs in the weekends. Luckily the Mothership got up way early to pick me up from the train station and greeted me with “I have good and bad news. The bad is we have a flat tire, the good is a guy is arriving within the hour to fix it.” We made it home and until dad gets back from work I’m stuck with the parents, which isn’t too bad really. Mum got a chrome cast thingy that came with a subscription to a Netflix like streaming service so I’m now all caught up on The Blacklist.

As the Mothership was doing whatever it is she does on her tablet I was browsing through The Daily Mail and I found This.

Apparently a Spanish Archbishop has been saying that if women didn’t disobey their husbands or ask for divorce then their husbands wouldn’t have to hit them. Now I’ve never been with a guy who has beaten me. I’ve been with my share of arses but that hasn’t been one of them, so whilst I can’t imagine the horrors of being hit by a partner, no matter if it’s a woman or a man, I can’t phantom what would make it even somehow legit to hit the person you supposedly love, unless in self-defence. Would the world be a less violent place if women all over just went “yes dear!” and stayed in the kitchen where they apparently belong? Cleaning, giving birth and waitering on the husband? Some 27 million Saudis can’t be wrong…

And why stop at wives? If your partner at the office doesn’t obey or tries to find other employment surely we should start practicing a bit of domestic violence there too. Or how about that annoying guy in the bus who always likes to kick your seat? Or the crying baby on every airplane? Or that person in the cinema who can’t be quiet or worse yet keeps whispering “this next part is so good because so and so happens” and he seems to have learned to whisper inside a helicopter with a motor saw running in the background. We could even start including priests whose opinions we don’t agree with into the whole global domestic violence concept. It could be a religious episode of Jerry Springer. Archbishop slaps Rabbi in heated discussion and it would be okay because clearly the Rabbi wasn’t obedient.

I do see a bit of a lack in his statement which is that it isn’t really only men who abuse their wives. Sometimes it’s the other way around. Is that just something we’ll pass by in silence? I mean it doesn’t seem to fit into his grand scheme of things but reality has a way of doing that. We live in a world where men cry, men can get raped and men can be a victim of domestic abuse and women can be just as evil as men. Now where is the equality all those feminists are screaming about there? Where is the help and support for these people. I’m not saying that there is none but it seems like women are in most cases the victims that has the biggest voice here, and whilst that is progress we still have some way to cover.

Godt nytår!

Happy New Year to each and every one of you. May 2016 be a great one. 2015 started out rather crappy but it ended on a good note. Leggy was my kitchen bitch for once after days of returning home to dinner in the oven. I may be spoiling the bugger. Kevin made the grand menu of prawn cocktails with salmon and homemade dressing and for the main he’d made lasagna. He knows my favourites so I was a very happy girl. Then he’d made sure the bar was stocked with raspberry vodka so I ended up a happy and slightly drunk girl. It was the first time Leggy got to see the phenomenon of me being drunk so he leaned back with a whiskey and watched the show. Well until the point where he had to confiscate his phone. Apparently asking the son if he’d be my bridesmaid and wear a pink dress wasn’t within the limits of our budding family bond. Next year….

Leggy got me a pack of penguin chocolate cookies that you can decorate yourself with melted chocolate and sprinkles but the box says you need adult supervision when melting chocolate so we’ve been at a standstill. Can you rent an adult? Would a hooker count as adult supervision?

I’d brought over the birthday money so the Viking was let loose in the city. Or more accurately I ripped things down from shelves in Primark and Poundworld. I got lots of new much needed clothes and a ton of not so needed nail polishes. I should be a tad ashamed but I’m not. The grandfather build me a nail polish rack last year and I’m already in need of a new one. So I have three New Year’s resolutions. The first is the same as the last two years; read more books than I buy. I’m not sure if I managed that last year. I didn’t get past my 25 books in a year goal. I made it to 23 so it wasn’t too bad. The second is to blog more as I’ve been falling a bit off that wagon and the third is to try to use all the new polishes at least once during the new year. I did manage to chop a big dent into a finger when chopping mushrooms for the Christmas dinner so I’ve been on a nail painting break until it grows out. My nails did need a break anyway after making it to day 17 of the Christmas daily nail art challenge. A daily polish removal by acetone isn’t the best for your nails. But it was fun and a great challenge.

The finger and nails

December is here and I am the smug bugger who have bought all my Christmas gifts except for Leggy’s which I have to buy when I go over there in two weeks time. So I am relaxing and being cheerful. I was exceptionally happy when my dad finally got time to come by and fix my washer. Apparently the plug in system that the landlord had put in wasn’t waterproof and was right next to the shower so it had gotten wet and therefor when even I’d try to wash it would cut off all power. Of course I appreciate not getting electrocuted in the shower but damn it was a month of annoyance of trying not to run out of clean clothes and trying to match up calendars.

I did survive two storms and a vote. The first storm was rather wild. We lost power for about 5 minutes and internet for about 15. Of course this happened right in the good part of a Doctor Who episode on Netflix. The second storm was a bit of a let down. Just a bit of wind and some slight rain.
Now Denmark had an election on EU matters. We had to decide on some things about Europol, sharing of evidence, fingerprints and such with other EU countries, some matters about trading, family rights across EU countries and one of the other things was giving the Danish politicians the power to chance Denmark’s stand on these rules without a vote first. Denmark voted no with 54% and the front page of the newspaper the next day read “Massive no from Danes. Løkke (the Danish PM) got the fuck finger”


I have been participating in a nail art challenge this month. You have to do a new manicure each day after certain prompts so I decided to clear up the clutter from my desk and make myself a permanent nail spot instead of moving around with the most needed things in a box.
I’ve been having a lot of fun with the challenge so far. I’ve done the first 6 days as of now. It has been challenging trying to come up with new ideas fitting the theme each day but also a lot of fun getting to be creative and trying out new techniques. So I hope you like my designs so far.
I am on Instagram under the same name if anyone is interested and is on there.

Birthday of a viking

Birthday week started out with the invasion of the Scottish Friday night. He came carrying gifts so he was let in. What girl doesn’t like gifts? Saturday was the big family test. It started out with brunch. I’d invited the family and my dear friend to my all time favourite brunch place. There was a big brunch buffet with bacon enough to feed an army and we got a secluded corner all to ourselves. After that it was coffee and cake at parents’ house. Here at birthdays you can get what’s called a Cakeman, which is a big Danish pastry like cake shaped as a man, or in my case a woman, and decorated with marzipan and pieces of sweets. Later in the evening when all the guests had left mum made a pork roast with all the trimmings.


Sunday was the day of films and rest. Monday I dragged Leggy with me to town for a bit of shopping and lunch. He got tobacco and I of course found some nail polish I just had to own. Then we went to my favorite burger place, The American Diner. I seldom go there as I always end up eating like a pig but will be fed for the rest of the day. Tuesday was the end of the invasion and the day of “are you sure you have enough to eat?” or the day I sounded like my mother.
Wednesday the Mothership and I met up for a few hours of more shopping and then we went to this steak place for birthday dinner.

Gift vise I was a very lucky girl.The left picture is the gifts from Leggy along with the Tropical nail stamping plates on the right picture. Besides what’s seen in the pictures I also got a Dr Who t-shirt, a beauty advent calendar and money. I was very amazed and happy. The gifts were much more than I’d ever dreamed about and it was some absolutely amazing days spent with Leggy and family.

So this week’s music is a bit random. Or very random. I’ve been thinking for a while about doing this on the blog and I figured the birthday post would be the perfect opportunity to give you guys a sneaky unfiltered peek into my personal play list. So the “game” was simple. I took my playlist on my music app, put it on shuffle and let it choose five songs. Only rules were no skips, unless it had already been on the blog or an artist showed up more than once. Ain’t nobody got time for 3 Taylor Swift songs. I thought it was a very fun idea until I saw my selection. So here are 5 songs I listen to.

Mark Ronson ft Bruno Mars – Uptown funk

Goldfrapp – Ooh La La

Taylor Swift – Love Song

Avicii – Wake Me Up

The La’s – There She Goes

Which songs will you guys get?

Traditions and cover songs

Have you guys ever wondered about how some holidays make perfect sense up until the point you have to explain it to someone who’s never heard of it before.
We have Morten’s evening coming up. It’s an old story about a priest who was chosen to become bishop but he didn’t want to so he tried to run away. As the local villagers were out looking for him he tried to hide with the geese but they made so much noise that he was found and he ended up having to become a bishop. So each year on this day we eat duck roast with all the trimmings. Somehow the duck became guilty by association.
And we have loads of those traditions or small holidays like that. I talked about Fastelavn last time with the live cat in the barrel that would get batted until it broke. These days it’s a paper cat.

I’ll be celebrating Christmas with Leggy this year in Scotland and I realised that how ever strange these traditions may seem I am actually a sucker for them. What really made me see that was when I told Leggys that I’d make him the traditional Danish duck dinner for Christmas. So of course wanting to be prepared I went on Google to see if I could get everything I needed in Scotland. Most things were readily available but two things. The cherry sauce for the rice and almond pudding and to my horror the red pickled cabbage was all wrong. It was actually red and not purple as it is here and it looked like big chunky cabbage and not “hey I just got a food processor let’s chop everything into tiny bits” cabbage. So yeah, when Leggy goes home from his birthday visit I’m sending pickled cabbage and cherry sauce with him because that is what tradition calls for.

Lilly Allen – Somewhere Only We Know

I must admit that I really like the John Lewis Christmas adverts. Especially last years one with the penguin . This Lilly Allen cover is from the 2013 advert and is a cover of this song by Keane

Ane Brun – Halo

I’ve mentioned Ane Brun in an older Wednesday music post. She did a song with Madrugada that I posted. Here she’s made a cover of Beyoncé’s song Halo
I’m personally not a big fan of Beyoncé’s music but I really like this cover.

Lisa Ekdahl – It’s Oh So Quiet

Now I think most of us know the Björk version of this song. Which if some of you didn’t know is actually a cover song in itself. The original English version was made in 1951 by Betty Hutton which was according to Wikipedia a cover of a German song called “Und jetzt ist es still”
I chose Lisa as it is a slightly lesser known version and a bit more jazzy and slow than the Björk and Betty Hutton versions.

Jasmine Thompson – Take Me To Church

I adore the Hozier version of this song but Jasmine Thompson does something to it that just makes me like it that much more. Hard to believe that she’s only 15.

Hugo – 99 Problems

I’m not entirely sure if this is a true cover song as it has had a bit of a rewrite from the Jay-Z Version and I may have used this version before in another post but I like this version so much that I’ll risk it.


Entertainment time – Dave

Happy Halloween! Halloween is slowly becoming a thing here in Viking land even though we already have a holiday similar to it. Kids get dressed up for Fastelavn and then they bang the life out of a wooden barrel filled with sweets and a paper black cat. Back in the old days it used to be a live one. Then they go from house to house singing songs and asking for sweets.

Dave the flamingo is back in the closet. But before he returned to his enclosure he inspired a Halloween story.


It all started with that damn flamingo. One day her brother had come home from the playground carrying a bright pink rubber flamingo. She’d wrinkled her nose in disgust at it and asked him what he was doing with a dirty smelly squeaky toy. He’d just smiled his goofy grin and told her “His name is Dave, he told me so. He can speak!” He then held up the toy to his ear, squeezed it and proclaimed that Dave wanted a bath. Little brothers are idiots she thought and left it at that.

Weeks went by and Dave was still around. She had thought that one of their parents would have taken it away but they were too busy with work and parties to notice anything concerning their children. Even when she’d started complaining about her brother’s newest way of ruining her life. It had started out small. She’d find Dave in the sofa, on her seat at the dinner table but it was evolving to her finding him in her shower, underneath her duvet, his head stuck between pages in her diary. She’d even once found him with his feet sticking up from the kitchen drawer with the carving knives. She’d moaned to the parents but they didn’t listen and when she would curse at the dwarfed imbecile of a brother he kept saying that it wasn’t him. That Dave was doing it. As if!

Tonight the parents were at another work party so she was stuck at home looking after the little doofus. He’d started coming into her room at night asking if he could sleep in her bed because Dave was saying mean things. She had to give it to him, he had a creative imagination. She was hoping he wouldn’t do it tonight. She was chatting with this dreamy guy she’d met on Twitter. He was the only one who understood what a trial her life was. His online name was Phoinikopteros so he had to be a sophisticated guy way better than the little boys she went to school with.

Of course her luck just wasn’t with her tonight. She’d had to almost lock her brother in his room to get him to sleep in his own bed. He was claiming that Dave was whispering bad things about demons and blood. She’d taken Dave in one hand her brother in the other and with big flare she had dumped the daft flamingo in the garbage bin outside. She had then told her brother to stay in his room and put on her headset turning up the volume. Nothing was going to disturb the rest of her night.

She’d been idling around the internet and painted her nails when she finally got another message from Pho. He had left a gift for her. How could that be? He doesn’t even know where I live. She was whispering her confusion when she got another message. “I know more about you than you think, Rachel!” It had to be a bad joke. One of her school friends. She hadn’t even told him her name. How did he know. “Look in your brothers room!”. She looked at the screen in disbelief. She was having a bad dream? She pinched her arm hard and jumped.

She was in front of her brothers door now sure what to think. There was a strange smell in the air. Something she hadn’t smelled before. She stepped closer to the door her feet sinking into wet carpet. What the hell was going on? “Robert, this isn’t funny!” echoed through the hall as her hand went to the handle. Slowly the door opened and she was feeling nauseous. The room was covered in red. Blood spatter painted the walls as a Jackson Pollock painting. Brain matter was hanging from the lamp she’d helped her brother put up. And right in the middle of the room was an unbelievable sight. In all the bloody chaos was a bright pink flamingo called Dave. Right before she passed out she heard a squeaky voice “Do you like my gift, Rachel?”

We’re all oldies but goodies

The mothership has arrived home from Norway, carrying gifts and caramel pudding, and I am back home. I am once again surrounded by books and nail polish. I got back home to five notes from the post man. I may have done a bit of online shopping and bought some 12 new books whilst Leggy was at work and couldn’t make arguments for why I should wait with the book buying until after my birthday next month.

So yeah, my birthday is a thing that is happening soon. I have been saving since summer, have made reservations and sent out the invites and I have finally made my wishlist. So all is ready for the big day and still I feel completely unprepared.

Susie, the dachshund, has been getting a bit stressed these past weeks with me going away and going back and forth between home and parents’ house. So she has adopted her pink squeaky toy flamingo Dave as her own. She will bite him so he makes his squeaky noise and then cry back to him. I have thought about giving him a tiny snip and make the noise stop but I’m not sure how she’d react to that. It did get a bit much at one point so Dave was banned to the closet for a while and he is now out of the closet on probation to see how it goes.
And yes, there has been quite a few jokes about the pink flamingo coming out of the closet.

So today we are doing a look back in music Wednesday. I had a long phase where most of the music I listened to was from the 40’s and 50’s. So today is a pick of some of my favourite songs from that time.

George Formby – When I’m cleaning windows

This song doesn’t really need an introduction. Fun and quirky and proving that ukes are awesome instruments.

Perry Como and the Fontane sisters – Hoop-Dee-Doo

I must admit that inside my head I have this idea of how cool it would be to put on a flowy dress, rock a victory curl and just swing it, baby. But sadly in the real world I have a coordination skill that’s worse than a drunk toddler’s so maybe another life.

The Fontane sisters – Hearts made of stone

Were they all sisters? I must admit I have never been curious enough to google it. Or I did and I just forgot, that’s a possibility. Could be there just was a thing for sisters back then. And why always 3? I mean the axis of evil, the sisters and so on.

Andrew Sisters – Don’t bring Lulu

Here we have even more sisters. I wonder if I could dress up my brothers as girls and make a group. Or complain to my mother about her ruining my chance for making a swing band by only giving me brothers.

Doris Day – Dream a little dream of me

A beautiful song to round up this weeks music.

Scotland and Stine Bramsen

I wouldn’t be surprised if travel agencies are a bit evil. For some reason Amsterdam seems to be the new hot spot for flight changes. Which in itself isn’t evil. I don’t mind Amsterdam airport it’s a nice enough airport. There’s plenty of stuff to buy and they don’t claim to have free wi-fi and then let you find out that it really only is free if your mother’s maiden name starts with a random letter of the day and you’re crawling around in the air vent system on top of the janitor’s closet. Now what I found evil was that I had about 40 minutes to get from gate D-something to E-something. Which doesn’t sound too bad unless you know how big an airport it is. I wonder if they make a bet as the flight lands and then just lean back and watch as people power walk through the place to get to their next flight. And just to make things interesting there’s a passport check right smack in the middle. Ain’t nobody got time for that shit.

So I started in Copenhagen by landing in the mother of all queues just to get through security. Somehow my passport get pulled to the side. Then no one was paying attention as I walked through the metal detector.
I race through Amsterdam airport and make it to another long queue in Scotland. Why would you put two passport guys on duty for several planes and then make one for passports outside the EU. I make it through and my luggage is missing with the knitted cardigan for Leggy.

The stay in Scotland was however much better than the flight over there. I’ve had English friends tell me all the horrors of the Scottish weather and people but I found it very homely. I did live a bit in Norway as a child and spent many holidays there visiting family so mountains and snow is probably in my genes.
One thing I did like very much about Scotland, besides Leggy and the nature, was the Poundshop and Primark. You could get nail polish for 1£, which ended up with me buying about 23 bottles. I have no trouble seeing myself living there.
It did however take me a few trips to the shop to figure out that they weren’t in fact sold out of all cigarettes and tobacco they had just hidden it somewhere with a lion, witch and free wi-fi behind an ugly grey wall of evil and repression.

These days I’m at parents’ house looking after their dogs and the child of Satan aka the cat. This time the little bugger found that kibbles in the blue bowl aren’t worthy of being eaten unless you move then to the bowl for the wet food that is right beside it. It can have a blue bowl filled with kibbles but if the red one is empty it’s screaming up about death by malnourishment.

So on to the music before the little demon wakes up again.

Alphabeat – Fascination

I remember getting this album years back and absolutely loving it. I still do. It’s such a fun pop album that just makes you want to dance and sing. This was from their debut album and their breakthrough song.

Alphabeat – Fantastic 6

This was one of my favourite songs from the album. Once again a catchy pop song that’s just a bit of fun.

Stine Bramsen – Prototypical

About a year ago, Stine Bramsen the lead singer, decided to focus on a solo project and the first song out was Prototypical. This one shows a more grown up version of her.

Stine Bramsem – Karmatown

With this song she goes back to her pop roots but it is still a slightly more grown up version than seen in the early songs.

Stine Bramsen – Woman

This is the newest of her songs and I really like the message that it’s sending. It’s not saying that curvy is better than skinny it’s just telling women to love themselves as they are and to be proud. I really like the kind of African beat, makes it a very catchy song. I can’t wait to get the album.