Jul 10
With my penchant for knitted twinsets in mint, vintage eyewear and dressing in materials that can be confused with upholstery, I'm a little concerned that my friends comments will soon change from, "Lou, I love your nanna look!" to "Lou, you look like a nanna".
It's also a celebration of fertility and that's why around noon on Friday we will be dancing around a phallic pole, doing a traditional frog dance with a crown of flowers on our heads. WHAT IS NOT TO LOVE ABOUT THAT?
Nothing has changed. Not one thing. Maudy Thursday is still about witches. There is not a single chocolate easter egg to be found. There's still snow. We're still eating Christmas food at Easter. But one thing has changed.
The final nail in the 'let's move to Sweden' coffin was when we found out that - despite not being residents there/me having any form of income in that country/TSH not even having started his job/us living in Australia - we could indeed get a bank loan and purchase property there. This had long been our dream, to find a family home.
Week after week, root vegetables. Week. After. Week. The freezer is full of soup and if I fling another rosti at the team, there will be trouble. Sure, they taste fantastic but FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, what am I meant to do with another parsnip?!?!?!
