"You can't recycle ham, Anna!"

This week has been eventful.

Friday started off with me rewinding from a hellish week with revision up over my ears as Latin verbs and French conjugations still rung in my in head (and it was not even my exams!!). back in my school, not only did we start with exams when we were 12, we also were not allowed to have more than two exams a week, and they were not graded until we were 13. These kids, aged 9, have a week filled with exams in all subjects - and it is not only on one part of a subject, but of what they have learnt so far during the entire term. I shamefully sat, trying to ask the youngest questions based on what he had to know, hardly even getting half of it myself. I wonder if I'd pass the exams he endured this week. *doubting it* 

The weekend consisted mainly of food, as per usual. The girlfriend and I tagged along witha friend to two Christmas Markets. The first one was in Rotherhithe (which was murder getting to since the Overground decided not to opperate this weekend conveniently enough) and was Scandinavian. Mostly Norwegian, Estonian and Finnish though, which I did not mind, it was more the amount of people crammed into the tiny area where the market was. Almost claustrophobic. The second one was at the Swedish Church at Edgeware Road, it was purely Swedish. That one brought out so much more Christmas feelings in all three of us, possibly just because of the fact that almost everything that we connect with Christmas was present at the Market. The evening consisted of us running around on Oxford Street, desperately trying to find ideas for what to get my three little ones for Christmas. the oldest is easy, he is getting a pocket sized Swedish dictionary since he is taking up Swedish. The middle child is harder, but her mother said that anything from TopShop and Lush would do so I am really taking her word for it. The youngest though, he is the hardest nut to crack. I know he loves books. And animals. And wild life. So I planned on getting him a book about wild animals. Harder than it sounds. I only managed to get the parents a cup each with moose on them. They were incredibly cute and very Swedish so I am feeling confident.

Today we went with another friend to the Winter Wonderland in Hyde Park. I was there for the first time in 2013 and I do not remember it being this massive. We walked around for a couple of hours before we couldn't feel our feet anymore. But we are definitely coming back, better dressed and with something to drink seeing as beer and mulled wine was not what we had in mind.

This week has been the longest one since I got here. It just would not end. And ironically enough, the weekend feels like the shortest one yet as well. But I guess I better just get back onto the horse, because I am already looking forward to next weekend.

First time

Today is the first time since I got here, that I feel really home sick. I would do anything to just get on a plane and hug my little sister, telling her that everything is going to be okay.

When we were ten and twelve we each got a cat. Little fluffy grey balls that at first did not really like us but we loved them throughout their lives. Just a week before I left for London, we had to say goodbye to my little grey ball. Eventhough I had prepared for it for a long time, seeing as she had been ill for two thirds of her life, I was still devestated and I think of only one occasion during which I cried harder.

Today, my sister is going to have to say goodbye to her little grey ball of fluff and I wish, more than anything, that I was able to go with her and hold her together, like she held me together in early August.

Money spending and surprises

The fact that my previous post was about the fact that I will not feel angsty about the money I am spending is hilarious given the fact that I am currently panicking a bit about the fact that my bank account is screaming for a refill...

However, my spending skills and I are excused because my sister visited me this weekend. The girlfriend had "planned something" that everyone seemed to be on, but me. She took me to a restaurant and mid-meal my sister shows up and I start crying very unattractively. It was worth it though, because I had missed her like mad and realised just how much as she hugged me. Spending the weekend with her here was great and I loved being able to actually to touristy stuff (like running around with cameras around our necks, trying to get the best angle of a squirrel eating a peanut) without feeling like I had something else to do; I had the weekend properly off. However, with sister comes spending. I think she sometimes forgets that she makes so much more money than me and the fact that she can spend the same amount on a meal that I live off one a week. Without further explanation, her visit probably damaged my wallet more than hers. Not that I don't mind, I do - but I can almost say that it was worth it.

On top of that I also managed to snatch some tickets for Adam Lambert's concert in London in april next year, which I am super-duper excited about.

Oh and with sister comes the goods. Swedish actual candy and knitted jumpers. Bless her.

Making plans

I've gotten into a sort of state where I feel like spending money is the best idea possible.

And then I end up feeling bad about having spent said money and I complain a bit about how I don't have nearly enough money to do all the things I want to do. However, I have realised that I have more than enough money to actually do the things I want to do, which is why I have a few things lined up over the upcoming months (and I am not even feeling angsty about the money that will very easliy come fo my account to pay for it); 3 concerts, 1 show and 2 musicals. I mean, I could easily just save up my money, but why save the money when you get a new pay check every week, right?

Remind me to never get into a profession where my non-exsistant economical skills are needed.