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Blog leave

When we were young, my classmates and I had to get leave to go to the toilet.

Our hands would shoot straight up and we’d say, “Sir, can I go to the toilet?”  To which our teacher would always reply, “Of course you can, but do you have permission?”  And then, hands would rocket straight up again, “Sir, may I go to the toilet?”

Even a simple thing like taking leave, asking for permission or taking time-out seems fraught with confusion.  So how then do I take a brief and temporary leave from my blog?  What’s blog etiquette?  Do I say that, ‘oh well, I’m off for a break’ or just quietly disappear?  Somehow that seems rude: just like slinking away from a party without thanking the hosts.  Either way it makes little to no difference; I am not a professional blogger; I just blog for fun and I have only just started blogging, so blog continuity is hardly an issue.

It’s just that, being so typically British, I still feel as though I ought to apologise for my absence; my taking leave.

So, that’s it; I’m taking blog leave and will return after my Easter in England.

 

Note to Selfie: It’s my blog and I can pause if I want, pause if I want to…

 

 

 

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Blue and green should not be seen?

An extract from The Dormouse and the Doctor, A.A. Milne:-

The Dormouse turned over to shut out the sight
Of the endless chrysanthemums (yellow and white).
“How lovely,” he thought, “to be back in a bed
Of delphiniums (blue) and geraniums (red).”
 

 

 

 

Sometimes I feel just like the dormouse in A.A.Milne’s poem: trapped in a world of a colour not of my own choosing.  My problem is I don’t like trees, which is tricky living in this densely forested region of southern Sweden. I’m surrounded by great, grey, green conifers. I feel claustrophobic, landlocked and trapped.

And I long for the open vistas of the coast; the space and the balmy, blue, black sea.

So, when I’m feeling down, I just stop; shut my eyes tight and, like the dormouse; imagine myself Somewhere Else Instead. And I am so HAPPY.

 

 

 

Go, went, left

Finding your way

Finding your way

Well, whoever said that life in Sweden was dull?

Today March 21st is national Grammar Day. So for anyone needing help with their semantics and parts of speech, this day is for you.  The aim behind today’s event is to raise the status of grammar throughout the country and convince us all that grammar really is FUN.

With a view to this, a series of lectures and seminars are being held in Sweden’s four major university towns: Lund, Stockholm, Uppsala and Luleå. The talks, all related to grammar, have thought-provoking titles including, “Learn Danish in 20 minutes” and “The ‘grammar’ of thought”. The mind boggles.

Supporting the day, there will also be the inevitable ‘grammar cake’ (surprise, surprise!), special activities in schools and – if you can’t make it along to any of these events – there’s an online grammar quiz. This is actually quite fun and I’ve just scored a miserable 55%: the average is 72%. Well, my excuse is I’m not Swedish and I’m more of a night owl than a morning lark.

Top marks to Sweden!  Or is it?  Is it really necessary to have a themed Grammar Day?

It feels so gimmicky. Why can’t schools just get on with improving the teaching of grammar without the need to create a celebratory day? Do we need to study grammar to learn a language? Well no we don’t.  Is grammar a good thing? Well, yes; we all need a bit of structure in our lives.

But please, can’t we just get away from all these self-conscious jamborees? I feel ‘themed day fatigue’ setting in.

Note to Selfie: Could do better.

Flag up Sweden! (FuS)

 

Blogging should be about having fun, right?

So, I’ve decided to set myself a challenge.  No, not one of those awful virtuous attempts to learn something new or do a good deed.  No, this is a REAL challenge.  Once a week, I’m going to #Flag up Sweden (Fus).  I’m going to find something that I like about Sweden, or at least find something positive to say about someone, something, or well really anything remotely associated with this tree-ridden country.  For those of you who know me, you know that this won’t be an easy task.

But this week, it’s actually a piece of cake.  Well, not literally, though it does have something to do with food.   It jumped straight out of  the fridge at me.  Yes, it’s food in a tube!!  Well, not all food in a tube.  Just a very special, peculiarly Swedish food called Kalles Caviar.

Rather like Marmite, you either Love IT or Hate It.  Rather surprisingly, I Love It.  It comes in a garishly blue shiny tube, with a platinum blonde-haired boy grinning at you with a full set of ridiculously white teeth.  But, don’t be put off by the packaging!   Appearances can be deceptive.  For inside the tube there’s a delicious, creamed fish roe ‘paste’.   Just like toothpaste,  remove the lid and squeeeeeeeezzze – it’s that simple.  Admittedly, this does on first sight look a little bit like the contents of a baby’s nappy.  But, get over that hurdle then you’re home and dry!

Just get yourself a slab of hearty Lingon bread, some hard boiled egg and then squiqqle over Kalles to your heart’s delight.

Kalles in action

Kalles in action

Note to Selfie:  Remember to brush teeth!