Om litt kommer alle innleggene mine til å inneholde ordene: “Jeg vet ikke hva jeg skal skrive om.”
Det kan jo bli spennende.
Jeg tror snart jeg må begynne å låne ord fra andre – flere blogathon deltagere jeg har vært innom sper på sine egne tanker med sitater eller hele dikt. Poenget er jo å gi leseren noe hver halvtime (og å holde seg våken), sant?
Noe av det som gjør det artig å reise i Storbritannia er at avstandene er så små at du nærmest snubler over ting å se for hvert skritt du tar. Det hjelper selvsagt at det er så mye å se også. Ved et par anledninger har jeg vært på kjøretur rundt Hay-on-Wye og sørover derfra, og hver gang har vi oppdaget nye spennede ting rundt hver sving. Skjulte fosser, National Trust eiendommer, gamle borgruiner, det finnes lite behov for å reise langt, og en ‘enkel’ kjøretur fra Hay til Worthing tar fire ganger så lang tid som nødvendig fordi man hele tiden finner ting å stoppe for. Og man har selvsagt med kamera:
We all get spam (if you don’t, well, I was going to say ‘Thank your lucky stars’, but I actually find spam quite amusing at times, so maybe not). Most of us are frequently offered to have our penises enlarged (100% guaranteed – not very difficult is it? 100% of 0 is 0 as far as I remember from maths), our mortgages remortgaged, our visa gold card approved and the chance of a lifetime to help move money from some African country (normally Nigeria) via our bank account, for which we will receive ridiculous sums of money as ‘commission’. Have you ever wondered what would happen if you answered one of the latter type? Well, someone did (wonder and answer, that is) – it’s a classic.
Whenever I’m abroad I tend to marvel at how difficult it is to get hold of proper, wholemeal bread. Most places you get some sort of ‘brown bread’ as an alternative to the fluff that is white bread, but more often than not the thing that makes the bread brown is just colouring rather than any fibre content. Well, that’s one thing we know how to do in Norway, bake bread with enough fibre (wholemeal flour, whole wheat corns, seeds of various kinds – especially sunflower seeds – that’s what I normally add when baking bread).
…og vanskeligere å huske grunnen til at jeg sitter her.
Mer kaffe, tror jeg, og en tur innom Plans nettside.
Engelsk cider er heldigvis å få tak i i Norge. Det er selsagt litt trist at den koster omtrent 3 ganger så mye som i Storbritannia (utenom London), men det er jo forsåvidt bare å vente, og så lenge man får seg en pint i ny og ne bør man kanskje være fornøyd?
The sun is up. It looks like the rain of the last few days is gone, too. That will make the people who are not spending most of today in front of the computer blogging (and the rest of today sleeping) happy.
I’ve mentioned it before, of course, but the Norwegian ‘independence day’, 17th of may, is celebrated in a somewhat original manner, with a fokus on the children.
I call this picture Two Towers (the one at the back is Glasgow University):
