Happy Easter

Om Nom Nom Nom… Nom!

Oh yes it’s that time of year again were you spread the love… Chocolate love. Deliciously scrumptious brown curvaceous bodied chocolate eggs, you could just buy a bar of chocolate for a fraction of the price and get the same taste but that would not be the same because it’s Easter and you must have an egg, makes sense!

Anyway little piggy Oliver loved his first chocolate rabbit egg from Thorntons, but before you get on your high horse he didn’t eat it all it was just for his lunch he had the rest for dinner!!!

Thanks uncle Jesus
Love Oliver! x

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Bedtime

It’s that time again when the day is over and you crawl into bed with no idea of how the night will be and that feeling of shit when you wake up in the morning, I can’t say I’m a morning person cause I’m not but I sure as hell have been forced to adapt to early mornings, I now just let the morning take me out to where ever it is heading, like the oceans current it’s not easy to control and who knows how it will be. Sometimes it’s easy and other times I just want to crawl under the table and rock my self!

Obviously if there wasn’t a toddler ruling the mornings It would be a lot easier to function and do things in your own rhythm. So it’s time, it’s time to close your eyes, it’s your time to relax and breath, slowly and deeply, slip away from your stressful life and dream about your paradise and gain the strength for a day of tantrums and dirty diapers, get ready and be ready!

In all truths I would miss if it was any other way.

Goodnight!

Easter witches?

when I think witches I think Halloween but oh G not in Sweden, witches resemble Easter apparently and to clear some confusion here is the back story.

The tradition is said to come from the old belief that witches would fly to a German mountain the Thursday before Easter to cavort with Satan. On their way back, Swedes would light fires to scare them away, a practice honored today by the bonfires and fireworks across the land in the days leading up to Sunday.

So the kids dress up as witches that look more like little babushkas and from what I have heard they go knocking on doors looking for treats, sound familiar? Anyway as I am living in Sweden with a Swedish fiancĂ© I have to partake in these little traditions as bonkers as they are… Help!

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It’s Easter time!

Its Easter time and we received a lovely box full of treats today from my mamma in Good old England, it’s not the first box we have ever gotten but it’s always equally as fun as she packs it full of delicious treats and as it is Easter it has been filled with some delicious Easter eggs, something I have missed out on the past 3 years so they are most certainly welcomed into my little den for sugary crap!

Toys, clothes, confectionary, toiletries, kitchen stuff and all manners of shit crammed into a box, it’s heaven!!!!

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The mutha fucking dish-man

Once upon a time the thought of doing the dishes would put me into hiding, I hated it, no really, I fucking hated it with passion. These days I’ve taken up the role of dish boy, sometimes 3 dish sessions a day. It’s become so second nature, I get the jitters if I don’t do them.

Our lodger was once the main dish washer but she kept bitching and complaining that we was never doing them and the truth is she was shit unless you like secondhand dried up food on your next dinners plate it’s best to keep her away from the sink altogether.

It’s not so bad, I actually kind of enjoy it, I just listen to spotify and zone out completely but yes sure some days it’s a pain in the ass but it’s a lot better then doing it in prison!