"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.