Category Life
Open and Shut Gown
Last week, me and my mum had to take my dad to A&E. If you need to go, first thing on a Friday morning is a great time – were they all waiting for the evening? There was NO queue. He has been having ectopic heartbeats, which though disconcerting and sometimes very uncomfortable are not […]
I’m not a plastic bag lady
An amazing thing happened this week. We ran out of plastic bags. At one point we had a fetid, ever expanding nest of the things, sweating away in the corner of a cupboard. Then Norwegian got a smart blue plastic bag holder from the Swedish shop (you know the one) and they were all tidied […]
The sound of two hands slapping
I recently made a most remarkable discovery. Sherlock Holmes, had he been with me, would have been proud. If I had told Miss Marple about it later over a cup of tea, she would have patted me on the knee and said, ‘Well done dear.’ Heck, even Horatio Caine, might have taken me aside, raised […]
Same coin, different sides
I love London.I am sitting on a bench eating my chicken and salad sandwich overlooking Hammersmith Bridge, with my friend Kingston. He is from New Zealand. An old Jamaican dude sitting next to us tells us all he knows about promiscuity of information – the worst of which is committed by doctors and nurses. I […]
Perspective
Every now and again much joy and laughter is sprinkled on my relationship with the Norwegian when we jointly discover a word or phrase with an amusing translation. A Cat nap is a hen’s blink for example. The latest such titillation was finding out the kitchen implement used to lift a fried egg onto a […]
Jen S. Wight 