Archive for December, 2008

God jul

December 23, 2008

It will be my first Christmas in Sweden for a very long time, this time with my own family. And I’m wondering if the Brits will miss me this year when I’m not there. My guess: I think they will.

This year it will all happen on the 24th, as there is really no other day to celebrate Christmas. No turkey, no stuffing, no mince pie and do I miss it? No.

This year the Queen’s speech will be swapped with some Disney cartoons, which we Swedes have watched since the 1960s, and we are still watching it every year at 3.15 pm. Sharp! I think it’s mandatory to watch it if you are a Swede. And you can imagine how I feel this year when I haven’t been able to watch it for a few years. I’m counting the hours. Donald Duck beets the Queen every time!

In Sweden Santa actually comes and visits you at home and hands out your presents, in person. It might explain why he gets to England one day too late. Too ashamed to show his face, he comes down the chimney, drop the presents and then off again. You poor sods!

As it’s Christmas time Love Actually is of course on telly here in Sweden and I know you Brits are watching it too, I was there last year and watched it with you.

I added a new dimension this year: sobbing my eyes out whilst watching the film which reminded me of the city I used to be part of. I cried cos I didn’t go to Selfridges this year to do my Christmas shopping (well I can’t say I didn’t have the chance as I was there just three weeks ago, but too hangover to live, and had to go back to the hotel and sleep. Not a proud moment), I cried because I miss hearing the British accent and I cried because I realised it was love, actually.

When I was done watching Love actually, I went to bed and put The Holiday in the DVD. I thought I might as well. I was on a British-Christmas-drama-comedy-roll.

The Holiday made me think of when I wanted to move to Shere where the film is set, when we drove to Godalming to have a look, with our hearts set on Surrey. It was all just one year ago. One tiny little year. And now I just want to cut myself out, throw myself in to Mr Law’s arms and celebrate Christmas in a cottage in Surrey with him!

-Why did you move back to Sweden? A tall dark handsome Swede with black skinny jeans asked me yesterday.

Oh they do come in all sorts of trendy looks over here, but they can’t quite get that casual country look that Mr Law does so well.

And why did I move back, I’m now asking myself with Mr Law fresh in mind.

I get that question a lot together with do I miss London and I always take a deep breath before I answer and say “yes I do” but then very quickly add “but I love it here in Sweden too”.

My Swedish friend has allowed me to move back to England if Jonathan Rhys Myers asks me to, but only then. I think I’m going to ask for permission if Jude Law happens to ask the same question.

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Christmas card

December 8, 2008

I’ve just done all my Christmas cards for this year, all four of them! I’m sending them all to England.

This year my mum, Swedish friends, grandparents and relatives won’t get a card. But they are use to it, they never do. We don’t have Christmas card hysteria in Sweden.

What happens in London stays in London

December 6, 2008

As I touched ground at Heathrow I once again landed the role of the most good looking person in the country. Easily done when you are a Swede.

I was greeted by a true English gentleman with the manners that comes with it:

-Darling, he said and kissed me on the cheeks.

He took my bag and led me to the car. My Swedish cold heart melted; darling and kisses on the cheeks at the same time! How I’ve missed it. No one ever calls me darling in Sweden. Only in England.

Well it was like I never had left, but I did. It felt like I’d been to Sweden for a three week holiday and was now back, ready to put the kettle on in my kitchen and make myself a cupa. But I didn’t have a kitchen to make tea in.

A black cab, with all that leg room, drove us to a club. I drank too much Dom Perignon whilst everyone else was checking out the hot Swedish bum (belonging to me) on the dance floor. Only in England.

The next day when I woke up I called room service and had breakfast in bed watching breakfast TV. Same program, same people, same everything.

When I finished breakfast I jumped in the shower. I was very surprised by the pressure of the shower, it was better then my shower at home in perfect Sweden! And there were no signs of mould anywhere in the bathroom. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming, but I was there alright. Things are looking up for England, well at least if you staying at the No 1 voted luxury hotel in the UK, as we do.

I left the hotel with all eyes on me as I strutted through the lobby. The doorman opened the door and I walked outside and almost got run over as I didn’t look the right way when crossing the road.

As my feet walked on the streets they knew so well, I let the dirty air fill my lungs as I was walking along Park Lane on my way to Selfridges. There I was once again in the city I had missed so much, and it felt so good.

It would be so easy to just move back, but a few days visit is quite enough for now. It’s so easy to forget all the drama that comes along with living in a country that still believes in cheques and carpets, when you are only there for a long weekend with focus on Champagne and shopping.

I’m now back in Sweden and of course in bed with a terrible cold. I blame England. The strange way English people looks at central heating would make anyone ill. What’s the point of putting the heating on full blast for an hour in the morning when you are in bed, sweating, and then turn it off and be cold for the rest of the day? Of course it makes you ill.

Whenever my Swedish friends visited me when I was living in London, they always got ill. By the time it was time for them to leave I left them with a packet of Day and Night nurse for the road.

I think when you live in England you get so used to always being cold so your body somehow manage, but since I’ve been back to Sweden my body couldn’t handle it.

A little tip from Sweden: let the central heating be on all the time during the winter months. Yes, that is right: all the time. This way your house/flat is warm 24/7, not too hot or too cold. Just lagom. It won’t be as expensive as you think, as you don’t have to warm up a freezing cold house every morning.

For you that don’t have central heating, I’m sorry to say there is no help for you, you are doomed to live in misery.