I had no idea it was even possible to eat as much candy as I have without falling off the chair from bodily surprise. I think my body is in a state of shock. It’s good though. Marabou milk chocolate with daim. Yum.

It’s not just me that are too tired for action after eating sweeties.

 

Liin is in town and that will be celebrated with party! We’ll start at Laxens and then see where the night takes us.

I’d bought a dress for tonight, to prove to Liin that I can look trashy but when I tried it on it was simply too short. Fail! She will not be impressed. Really looking forward to seeing her though, and giddy as a school girl with excitement about going out. I have a feeling this will be a good night.

Lost in word feud to baby bro. I would like to say i taught him everything he can but that’s not true. As he used to say when we were kids ‘Cissi – I got the IQ and you got the EQ’. Well, I thank you… Just because you are smarter than me doesn’t mean you need to point it out.

But once I’ve mastered this tricky language called English I’ll own him in English word feud. OWN!

Oliver was back from Rome yesterday and the poor guy was a broken version of himself (that extremely tired, slept 4 hours a night, might be the most accurate version of him though given how much he works all the time. Not even parties, which is usually my excuse for sleeping 4 hours a night, but solely work) but he managed to drag his tired body out for dinner and we had a really nice time at the local pub eating monkfish cheeks (I might have misunderstood that, do fish have cheeks?), cod and pork belly (belly, really? It is good but it’s still belly).

Once back at his place miracles do happen and we were in bed before 12. But before that Oliver and Tristan had time to laugh at (it’s a thin line to making fun of) my swedishness, or swedes in general. For some reason they thought putting feathers on sticks for Easter was weird, they felt bad for everyone at Boujis having to listen to Swedish music (maybe they just felt bad for everyone being at Boujis period) and spoke to me in gibberish (aka Swedish by an Englishman).

They are so just jealous!

How can this ever be weird??

Did an Elin and went out and did some shopping over lunch. We are both supposed to live cheap this month given the move and IKEA and well, general life style we have. Somehow we suck at saving money (mum, i know that makes you cry) and shopping is so not part of the plan.

I know I should return it but everything was so pretty. I’ll use Elins excuse from last week ‘i fell in love’. Honestly I might not have fallen in love but I’m definitely smitten, especially in my orange skirt. It makes me look interesting and less like a wannabe biker babe.

I think it have to stay.