They say you learn something new everyday. They were right! Last night, my blonde bombshell discovered that my full name rolls off the tongue as easily as an overpriced Merlot, my weakness for large, alpha males and that my anger towards a certain male still hasn’t abated and what actually happened at that hotel reception. I learnt about her reluctance to go home, her weakness for men who dance well and that a rummage around various bags can yield a ta-dah moment with a rush of love and affection and not to scoff at the popular Americanism of a happy place. The smile a stripey rainbow card wallet brings lingers long after the thought.
Today, was another day of learning. I learnt Moomins make for delicious biscuits as I mercilessly chomp of one’s head. Actually, I just like to say Moomins. Little Finnish-Swedish trolls brought to life by Tove Jannson. Unlike any trolls I’ve seen, Moominpappa, Moominmamma and Moomintroll and the rest of the Moomins look like fashionably clad hippos. Perhaps that is what cooler climes does to one.
I've also learnt that in the euphoria of an excellent summer, I’ve forgotten how inclement the English weather actually is, that eating one pasta salad will take the edge off the hunger but two will make you feel thoroughly sick (despite assurances to the contrary, crunching another Moomin will NOT fix anything) and that my blogmoaning elicits some very peculiar feedback....
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