Apr 28
It’s been a few weeks since our latest pagan ritual, so surely it’s time for another one. This long weekend, we are going to set Sweden alight in bonfires, burn away the evil winter spirits and welcome in Spring, the bastard.
Add the vermouth or wine and keep stirring — it will smell fantastic. Any alcohol content will evaporate. Lament this sad fact by pouring yourself a glass.
As many of you may know, we have been trying to bring some creativity into our lives so we turned off the TV, turned on some Serge Gainsbourg and tried to get artsy. We’re musicians, by the way.
“I think I’m having contractions” I said to TSH, “and I’m not talking about a shortened version of the written and spoken forms of a word”.
For Sweden, Easter’s all about witches. I mean what’s Easter without the resurrection of a good old pagan tradition?
At the end of the session I go in to see Dr Nie and she asks me, ‘Do you have red wine at home?’ Finally, a doctor whom asks the right questions!
Moxa is a slow burning something or rather that looks like a cigar and smells like pot. I wish it was pot, at least that would be fun.
Just when you about to slit your wrists and you can’t take it anymore, darkness turns to light and all is right with the world again. Flowers bud, the birds find their melodies again and piles of scarves and hats can be forcibly pushed back into your IKEA wardrobe.
I’d always thought when our baby would be conceived, that at least I would be in the room. My husband also, but only as an optional extra. I’d also always thought that the use of stirrups would come later at the delivery and not at the conception .
You can’t roll over without getting a Spot the Dog book wedged into your back, a maraca in your face or a tiny finger up your nose.
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