New Lodger

Every year around this time I am allowed the privilege (and weirdness) of having a Christmas elf as a temporary house guest.
He is Nisse, I should say A nisse, as he is Norwegian and that is what such folk are called up there. Well, he is Norwegian via Rostock and came into my life some time in the early 2000.
We both decided that callling him Nisse would do just fine.

Apart from sleeping and hanging around the house he doesn't do much. I get the occasional comment on my Christmas decorations or my skills in the kitchen but he keeps his appearances to a minimum which I think is a shame. We could do all sorts of things together, discuss current events, my becoming a, nay THE Greek Goddess, the Beeb's production of The Musketeers in general and the male leads in particular.
Of course, he'd probably simply roll his eyes and I'd drive him mad  - incidently it would be my pleasure - with my fancying basically all four of them.
Oh, it could be just lovely! But, alas, he is a funny one, that Nisse. Very much his own elf, I learned.
Don't think this year will be different.
But you never know.
Watch this space... and incidentally (indeed!) Instagram.


P.S. I KNOW Void, you could not care less. 

Done! I'm done!

Totally finished first! That's how Dr. Cristina Yang put in 2.22 when successfully completing the first round of the skills lab.

And yes - I totally finished  - whether first or 346th - I do not really care. I repeat - I DO NOT CARE.
Because all that matters is I AM DONE with wrapping gifts, writing cards, carrying parcels to the post office and queueing for what seems like days.

My mission for the days to come (and boy, will I accept it): eat sweets and candied apples, drink egg nogg and mulled wine until I feel sick, have Bratwurst and pancakes and nuts and tarte flambée and mince pies.
I shall over-eat, be carefree and just enjoy December with all its high street Christmas madness.
I shall hum carols for no good reason whatsoever, I shall be jolly and though I will not deck the halls with holly, my heart will be light and my yule-tide gay. Yessir.

Now all I need is five gold rings and oh, yes that partridge in a pear tree.

Anyone?


Einen fröhlichen 3. Advent