Ok, how many TS Eliot “The Wasteland” -quotes have you already seen in the last about 36 hours? Because I am out of original ideas at this point, this is likely the millionth blogpost with this exact title. In my defence, though, this year April really seems to be taking the piss. But don’t despair! Read on!Continue reading “April Is The Cruelest Month”
No need to play the old “Desert Island” -game anymore, now is there? We are living it now, dear people. Too late to make lists about people you’d pick to accompany your hypothetic séjour at a remote island. Look around you. Sorry. That’s what you’re stuck with until at least about June.*Continue reading “Top 5 Comfort Reads”
On the first day of de facto lockdown it is difficult to choose a topic to write about without coming across absolutely tone deaf. But I want to leave any advise and public information to the authorities and experts (more of which below) – please consult the experts – and try to keep the blog’s focus somewhere else.Continue reading “When There’s Time to Scrub”
The skin on my hands is starting to resemble filo, or phyllo, pastry because of all the washing. Apart from anxiously reading the updates there seems to be little else to do to pass the time. Except possibly moisturising. Current favourites on an extremely heavy rotation:Continue reading “Wash, Rinse, Repeat”
Technically it should still be winter, not yet spring, but things have warmed up to the extent that even at Nordic altitudes experts have declared that winter is no more – it is from nominal autumn to nominal spring and nothing in between these days. So sad.Continue reading “Spring Things That Caught My Eye”
– How do you know Valentine’s Day is around the corner?
– Everybody is selling things that either smell, or indeed are intended to go inside one’s vagina.
Honestly. Every website, because season. Gwyneth’s vagina candle is old news, because we are now supposed to want to scent our surroundings with incense that smells of Erykah Badu’s birth canal.