‘It’d be awful if the world exploded, it’s so wonderfully splendid’

Is any situation not perfected by a Tove Jansson quote? The post holiday blues kicked in some time ago and memories of my trip in February to Iceland faded quicker than the unexpected Nordic tan I picked up. I thought I would share a few thoughts on my adventure and coincidentally my renewed love of all things Scandinavian, and how all this fits in with my perceptions right now. My trip to Iceland was not some random spoilt whim I woke up with one day. It was of great sentimental value because ever since I was a child I had told my parents I would live in Scandinavia. A deep interest in Moomin, Jostein Gaarder and Astrid Lindgren novels maybe, but they do say that your core belief system is shaped most as a young child so I think these things must have influenced me. After watching a documentary on Iceland, Mama said she would ...

‘Death is More Certain than God’

To paraphrase one of my favourite writers,Graham Greene. When I was a little girl my mother told me to avoid certain topics in polite company when outside the family. Sex, money, politics and religion. Well, I think we know how that advice went down! These are some of the best topics of chat and I would definitely struggle to miss out all four at any one time. Certainly, passionate conversation and heated debate is something that I was brought up to enjoy and could not imagine a fulfilling romantic relationship without it as a key element. Having lively discussions with friends and aquaintances can of course be fun too when one knows the limits, and even I will admit that each situation requires a slightly different approach. There are some matters which I have hesitated over discussing on this blog for some time concerning two of these fields and it is simply because they are sensitive ...

Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics

Time heals. Grief subsides. It hurts less. Bla Bla Bla.... There are days when the grief of losing one's parents feels so all consuming and raw that it is hard to ever imagine a time when it would not feel like that. Time actually makes it worse. Grief merely takes on a different form. And it never truly stops hurting. All that actually happens is people around you forget, or the time passing seems to lessen the rawness of the ordeal in their eyes. You feel weak for bringing the topic up. When meeting new people it seems less and less important or relevant to even mention the fact. At an interview recently I felt almost ridiculous for mentioning the fact one of my parents died last year. I mean to say, who cares? People die. Older people die first. Its just normal right. Sad but no big deal. Get over it. Well actually it is huge and ...