July 11, 2004

Crisp emergency

Bollocks. Bollocks. Bollocks.

I have made the stupid (and completely avoidable) mistake of moving to a country with no salt and vinegar crisps. Again. Arrrgh.

After an unsatisfactory interlude at the corner shop, I am making do with lättsaltade. This is clearly a highly inferior flavour. I can only hope this will be healthy for me, because it's certainly not going to make me happy.

Have you noticed that soft drink brands are international, but crisps vary wildly from country to country? I suppose there's more money to be made from sugary water. If you like that sort of thing.

I'm back in Malmö today. Patrick moved two fridges and a bureau out of the hallway today, and the flat suddenly looks stunning. It's a lovely apartment, high-ceilinged and airy, with dark red and green walls, and a black-and-white chequered floor.

My room has a balcony looking out on the street, and an old-fashioned stove I fell in love with the moment I saw it. It's huge, round and white ceramic, with delicate green and orange flowers and brass fittings. It stretches up to the ceiling and charms my parochial little NZ soul. I guess because I've never seen anything like it before.

I'm planning to plant flower boxes on my balcony and then I could definitely be at home here. Currently it's the only balcony on the street lacking an abundance of flowers. The Jones' (Svenssons?) are probably appalled.

Crisps, stoves, and flower boxes. Who says I don't give the people what they want. ;-) I don't particularly have anything to say, but goodness do I have a great new computer to say it on.

Let me know via email if you chat/messenger whatever. I see a whole new vista of geekiness opening up before me.

Posted by eithne at July 11, 2004 09:21 PM | TrackBack