Well darn

All this snow does negate the fact that I forgot my umbrella again. I don't actually think it's acceptable for people in countries that are part arctic to use umbrellas against snow. It's silly, silly, silly and I would never do it. If snow falls somewhere like the UK or Germany and they use umbrellas, that's forgivable. They don't know any better! Sleet, on the other hand, is of course tricky. How wet must the sleet be for people not to stare at you funny when you use an umbrella? Can be tricky, especially for Danes. They're kind of borderline there. But if you're Swedish, you just know.

In other news, I managed to somehow pick a chic-lit book that takes place in North Carolina. This is not helping travel-yearnings, I'm trying to remember where I've been, everything sounds so familiar! I should perhaps note that the book is in German - I wouldn't borrow chic-lit or at least not own up to reading any kind of chic-lit other than Ms Keyes. But I find reading proper books in German, at least before and after work, is just too difficult and instead I fall asleep. So my compromise is: chic-lit!
Right, I've just installed Google-Earth, and apparently the book does take place in a town where I've been several times, as I was suspecting. Darn. As soon as I've finished the book, I'm going to start a US-detox. No CNN, no Starbucks, although I can't avoid Facebook no looking at pics taking by any friends living there and... OK, bound to fail, crap.

Celeb spotting on the clock

Copenhagen is all the rage this week, what with the IOC voting for the 2016 olympics coming up. Today I saw Michelle Obama's head through a car window (I would have seen her outfit if this huge van hadn't parked in front of us - I didn't manage to push through the crowds fast enough to see her during those few seconds she was visible on the steps). I also saw the Danish queen, and well, Oprah drove past us but I was not at street level so I didn't actually see her (I was on street level for Mrs Obama so I did get a fairly good look). Oh, and the heads of states of Brazil, Denmark, and Japan. But men in suits are very difficult to distinguish from a 100 meters away. So, blaha. Margrethe had it spot on with a very pink suit - it was very easy to tell her apart from the various creti and pleti assistants and commissioners!

Me and my boss stood outside for 45 minutes waiting and the crowd was very cheerful, we chatted with a few people actually (highly unusual in Scandinavia). Freezing, and alternating light rain and sunshine. At least I got my Vitamin D for today!
By far the most exciting castle event so far. The others have only involved the Royal Family themselves. Today they were just an added bonus.

Now there's only the dubious excitement of the train traffic (and motor traffic and airport traffic) being stopped during rush hour tomorrow so President Obama can land his Air Force One securely. So at some point I will be stuck in a tunnel, and a few hundred meters away he will be setting foot on Danish ground.

Yes, I know. I said it was dubious!

Living on the edge

Not a long post this, because while my teeny tiny computer is cute and silent, typing is not fun. I mean, look at the proportions! And I´ve still got quite small hands.
















Right. Work is done, it really has been the week from hell with politics and the excel spreadsheet from hell and backache and trains and dude! Check out this not completely insignificant bruise:














It started showing minutes after impact, slightly swelled, a vivid turquoise blue colour with great colour variations - supposedly because of the soft tissue and veins underneath.
Cause? Train chaos #4 this week, me actually walking to the new trainset despite the train stewardess´ warning to hurry if you want to catch the train (smart lady that, not like chaos doesn´t arise anyway). Some guy took her seriously and ran as if death was on his tails, laptop bag swinging wildly. Que ouch.
Commuting is a dangerous business!! I actually had an even more impressive bruise last week the size of my fist from a bus incident but well, that was on my ass.
This ain´t that kinda blog folks!

Right. This keyboard is driving me mad! I´m gonna take my exhausted self to bed now, house all cleaned (on a Friday evening), I´ve got till noon tomorrow to chill and get ready and pack all the unscented coconut fat and coconut smelling hair products and biscuits and floss and whatnot.

Toodles.

Over-analyzing, who, me??

So. Friday the 13th. So far I've only been unlucky in that I was joined on the train this morning by a commuter I instantly recognized as having sat next to me last week - by his smell.

No, it's not a particularly nice cologne. I wish! He has a name in my head now, not very creative but he is 'coffee-farter guy'. Dude would sound better but this guy is not cool in any way. Not obviously mingin, just some suit guy in maybe his late 30s or early 40s who farts stress+food on the go+too much coffee. I briefly clinged to the notion that maybe he's just one of those unlucky ones with really bad breath problems where you produce some kind of sulphur which makes your breath smell literally like shit. But then I realized the smell hits you when he shifts in his seat. Eek.

The story also has a bit more to it - this guy represents the most blatant case of ogling I've ever been on the recieving end of. I'm me and this is Sweden and blatant ogling is not common, but we were on a two-seat and he had to turn his head like at least 15 degrees and kind of down to stare at my chest so it was kinda hard to miss. Also, he has been overly attentive and polite in the 'I'm getting off here can you let me get past dance' which either means he is not completely oblivious to me, or, British (I'm leaning towards both).
Now, as commuters you do have favourite spots where you enter the train but to end up next to the same person twice in two weeks is not common. Wouldn't it be just hilariously sad if just this particular guy happened to be the one and only (to my knowledge) to have one of those 'oh that fellow commuter is kinda cute and not totally out of my league maybe I'll try to sit next to him/her' crushes on me?

OK, I'm gonna do some work now.