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As I have about 1000 things to do I'm trying to multitask as much as possible. So while making a light lunch I thought I'd call grandma to see what she's up to.

- Oh how lovely to hear from you! You guys never have time to call me.
- Grandma I called you two days ago, and you were at mum and dad's yesterday all afternoon?
- Yes but that's only because you HAVE to. I know you don't WANT to. I'm old and boring!
- Fine grandma, what are you up to?
- You know. The usual, I got up at five this morning.
- Why? You're crazy!
- You don't understand how busy I am! Me and the cat just went for a walk. But it's really embarrassing because now you can really see it's a boy, sometimes when he walks you can see his balls! What will the neighbours think??
- Grandma I'm sure that no one cares about Mirre's balls.
- So what are you doing today darling? Those applications again? I cannot understand that you want to continue in education, your mum told me.
- Of course I am, I told you I need to go through these courses!
- But how will you have time?
- What do you mean time? I'll just have to do it!
- Well, I'm just saying... When will you have children? That must be planned into the equation to you know!
- [Trying to chop peppers and hold the phone in- between ear and shoulder while frying onions with the other hand] Grandma children aren't on the agenda at the moment.
- But children always have to be on the agenda!
- Grandma calm down, I'm just saying that first of all I can't just assume that I CAN have children. It would be great having children but there wouldn't be any room for that at least for the next 7 years anyway. Why would I just stop doing what I've always wanted to do in case I might have children in a decade?
- Fine, I'm just saying. The biological clock doesn't care about careers. It just keeps going, and going, and going...
- Well I do grandma! [Can't help to push grandma a little bit...] Maybe I'll just get a surrogate mum or something? That's becoming really trendy in Hollywood at the moment!
- [GASP]
- Ok Grandma calm down I'm just joking. I really need to go now, this food isn't turning out so well...
- That's fine darling, you've never been very practical. I've always wondered how you're gonna be able to run a household, especially when you get children...
- Byyyyye grandma love you!

Result of multitask: Dry omelettes and a stressed out boyfriend who now understands some Swedish and overheard babytalk. Thanks Grandma!

Ps. Emma's dog Nicki just went for a haircut and got a new outfit. It says "Mummy's little tough guy." Oh dear. Is that a fringe I see?

Before my evening shift on Saturday I went to London in the early hours for a cheeky daytrip. As much as I'm loving living in a smaller town it was quite the treat to drag in the unclean air into my now clean lungs. A customer was telling me how much he hates London the other day, and "what's so special about that place anyway?" The answer is simple- EVERYTHING is special about it. Sometimes I need a London quick-fix. The best way then is to go to the busiest road I can find and then I cross it where there isn't an actual crossing and get excited if a driver angrily shouts at me. Suddenly it's as if you're on Oxford Street all over again. You can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the girl!

Here are some pictures from a nice girly day before Christmas. Saturday was spent having breakfast, lunch and coffee with my favourite girls in central London, can't think of a better way! =)

Since Sunday is my day off it automatically becomes Fun-Day. The only problem when you only have one Fun-Day is that all the Fun needs to be crammed into, well, one day which can make it a bit stressful. Luckily I'm starting to get a bit better with the whole balancing thing, because sometimes you need Sunday to just be quiet.

After some extra sleep in the morning (required after working late on Saturday night- I'm not 17 anymore after all...) a nice brunch with the boyfriend is lovely. A bit of morningwork (with what you ask? It's a secret!) we invited Mr and Mrs M over for lunch. I introduced them to tacopie (the Swedish twist of making tacos in... a pie. And yes, our pies are "open", and there's nothing weird or horrible with that at all!) and a chocolate fudgecake that they make at one of my favourite cafés in Jönköping.


I'm realising now that in the picture the pie looks a bit... like puke, but you're simply gonna have to trust me on this one. The M's had seconds and they're a tough crowd!


I don't think Mrs M believed me when I said that this photo might pop up on the blog. Well, it did! I think she secretly wants it to. If she doesn't I'll be in trouble. Hmm. I'm not sure if Mr M is completely aware of my blog. If he is he probably thinks it's "bloody stupid." Just as he thinks of our Swedish Filippa K mugs from Rörstrand that have no handles. Swedish people aren't very practical he says. Plus we're always on holiday or maternity leave. Can't really say anything about that, it's true...! I think he wants me to be deported but he puts up with me for now. Alex was getting them to make funny faces but I think they got more confused by his directions.

On Fun-Days you're allowed to work with wine in the evening, which is lovely. However the best part of this Fun-Day will be to watch Jersey Shore in the evening with the boyfriend, it's my guilty pleasure. Snooki makes me feel smart and I like it. Plus I enjoy judging and analysing people a little and it's better to do that with tv- characters. Plus there are leftovers from the chocolate cake. Fun-Day decadence!

Although I've blogged before about how many strange things that can appear from my handbag, also known as "The Cave", even I was surprised and slightly confused when I found a couple of potatoes in my handbag the other day. Then I realised that I'd chucked them in there a couple of days ago when me and Alex were having dinner at a restaurant and we had to leave in a hurry. My attempt to save money has now come to a point where I probably thought something along the lines of "I've paid for this meal, I can do whatever I want with my potatoes. I'm not leaving those babies here, I can have them for lunch tomorrow!" For me, this shows how the financial crisis is affecting me. And it isn't pretty.

After a few nights of sleeping unwell and constantly waking up (made even more annoying by the fact that the boyfriend has been sound asleep and bouncing out of bed in the morning ready for a new day) I thought I'd try to calm myself a bit more before bed. So I took out this new SPA kit that I got from Mrs M for Christmas.


Mrs M is very good at finding little SPA treats, and after some digging I found some Lavendel products that she's got me earlier. We're talking lavendel bath essence, bath salt, flower petals, bubbles, babyoil... the works. Let the serenity and calm begin!

I pour myself a nice bath and jump into it, GRAZIA Magazine in hand. Only to scream and throw myself up again. It turns out that the boiler has been switched off and the bath is ice cold. As you know I'm a very practical woman who deals with any issues that I encounter logically and hands- on. So I limp downstairs, rose petals and bubblebath-fluff falling off me as I walk, and shout to the boyfriend that I want to calm myself and now EVERYTHING IS RUINED, and MY NERVES, I DON'T FEEL SERENE AND CALM AT ALL, and WHAT AM I GOING TO DOOOO???

Alex suggests I switch on the boiler and wait for about half an hour. After 15 minutes I'm bored of waiting so I go into the bath anyway, let some of the water out and put sort-of-warm-but-not-quite-warm water in. After a few minutes of attempting to relax I'm realising I'm not relaxed at all. I'm freezing. So I shout "HEEEEELP!!! HEEEELP!!!" Until Alex comes running upstairs because he thinks I have injured myself. Instead he finds a stranded hippo floating around in rose petals.
"I can't relax Alex! I'm SO STRESSED! It's so cold! Do something! My muscles are all TENSE!!!"
"Frida, I told you to wait for half an hour!"
"But I want to have a bath NOW!"
"Right. I know you're very delicate and everything but there are people who are starving and have nowhere to live..."
"Why do people always keep saying that to me? I KNOW that, but I still need to de- stress! I can't deal with human rights issues and starvation and all that stuff if I'm not serene and calm!"

Finally Alex realises that there's only one way to fix the problem. He puts on the kettle and pours boiling water into the ice water, then leaves as quickly as he can. About the same time as I'm realising the water's finally hot I have to take a shower to warm myself up from the cold bath. I slept well though, probably from exhaustion. My poor nerves...