Surely

Surely, surely, there must be one more good thing to say about Life in Norway?

It’s just that my mind’s gone blank.

Sod it, here’s another picture from western Norway.

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Oooh. Glaciers. We have glaciers in Norway. Glaciers are cool. Literally. We also have some of the tallest waterfalls in the world, and I’ve got a picture of one of them – Vøringsfossen:

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Hey. That’s two good things.

Old pictures

Getting to the point where all I can do is glance through old pictures now. Here’s one of my father when he was a child which I am going to add to the family gallery when I get around to creating it one fine day.

Vannkraner

Det kan sies mye om rør og kraner i Storbritania. Dette med rørleggerarbeid er ikke noe de er veldig flinke til. Er man anglofil nok er også det kilde til glede. Er man anglofil nok kan man stå og kikke henført på vasken med separate kraner for varmt og kaldt vann. Blandebatteri? Pøh, hva er vel det mot følelsen av at man virkelig er i Storbritania?

Running out

…of words. But here’s another Norwegian Lesson for you:

Oppvask, n. ‘washing up’, used metaphorically it means to have something out with someone, resolving – or at least bringing to the surface – a conflict that has been simmering under the surface.

Cheese?

A part of the Norwegian staple diet, brown goat’s cheese has to be tried to be believed. Technically, I seem to remember, it’s not a cheese, but whatever. The reason it’s brown is that the sugar in the goat’s milk is caramelised in the production. Hence it also tastes somewhat like caramel. Only somewhat, though.

To confuse the issue further, not all goat’s cheese is made with goats’ milk. Basically there are three varieties (in order of ‘rank’ to ‘mild’): ‘Geitost’ (goat’s cheese), made with goat’s milk only, ‘Gudbrandsdalsost’ (Gudbrand’s valley cheese), made with a mixture of goat’s and cow’s milk and ‘fløtemysost’ (uhm, whatever) made with cow’s milk only. All are made by the same process, though.

Ooh, look: It’s available to purchase over the net.

Conversations with myself in the mirror

– Good morning, self. How are you?
– How am I? Hm. Difficult question. Less tired than I was five hours ago. Must have broken a barrier or something.
– But a bit cranky, right?
– Just a tad. Feeling asocial. Very glad to be alone in the flat. Sent the boyfriend home to sleep at some point in the very early morning and ended up telling him not to come back. He took it nicely. Good thing too. Definitely too cranky for company, and he certainly doesn’t deserve being shouted at.
– I see he left the espressomaker?
– Mmm. Espresso. Look, it makes just the right amount to fill the nice espresso cup, uhm, coffee mug, whatever.

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