Yes, I am still alive. And now I live in London.
I've just been spending all my internet time looking for a job instead of blogging. I have a temporary job now working as a researcher for a government agency. It´s really good, but I´m still on the warpath for the perfect permanent job.
It´s a lot of hard work, this job hunting business. And working at the same time . . . goodness me, I´m out of practice.
I´ve been enjoying London. I still despise the Underground with a passion, but everything else has been working out quite nicely. There are lots of lovely people where I work, and some nice parks in the surrounding area. There has even been some sunshine this past week. I nearly died of the shock. I do love spring in England, with all the daffodils and the budding trees and the grey-tinged office workers stripping off clothes in the park . . .
Just now, I´m having a mini-break in Sweden. It´s not nearly so warm here, and there is still ice on the edge of the canals. However, it is sunny, so Patrick and I braved the cold to go for a walk along the waterfront today. I felt terribly brisk afterwards and ready for some of that O´boy chocolatey goodness (It´s a great Swedish hot chocolate brand. I dread to think what they put in it).
Yesterday we went to the art gallery, which had a display that I loved. It was lit-up slowly-spinning globes, with pictures of different people in a hospital waiting room on them. They looked like fairy lights from a bit away and then close up they were covered in very serious pictures. It appealed to my warped sense of humour probably. And I like fairy lights, of course. I´m so easily pleased.