Category Archives: Freya

Taking Cleaning To New Limits

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We are very pleased with Freya’s nursery school. After the first week she showed willingness to put away her things after she had played with them, and this seems to include parts of toys, too.

Darth Tater, a Star Wars version of a well-known American toy, was gift from us on her first birthday. Actually, I was more excited about the prospect of owning such a toy than Freya was at receiving it, although she has played with it occasionally.

Anyway, as the picture above shows, she has clearly taken her training to heart, and put Darth Tater’s shoes back in the hall. How very sweet.

Freya’s First Concert

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Freya went to her first proper concert tonight, Linton Kwesi Johnson. Brilliantly (at least for the greater portion of the evening), it was on the terrace of a local nightclub, Mosebacke. This allowed Freya to be able to wander around before the show, explore various bushes and rock formations, and play with another girl who had come with her English/Swedish parents.

I say for the greater part because for about fifteen minutes, just before the band started, it absolutely tipped down with rain, causing the band, who quite rightly feared being electrocuted to death when the stage became flooded, to take respite from the sheer wall of precipitation.

The concert, when it resumed, was of high quality, and Linton’s personality and presence shone through his calmness.

I had occassion to visit the portaloo about halfway through the concert. The blanket of rain we’d experienced earlier was nothing compared to the marjiuana hit I recieved when I opened the door. I’m amazed the stench had managed to contain itself to such a small area and now I wonder if the open-air concert was more than just happenstance.

Sadly, the gig didn’t get any better audibly after my toilet visit; I should have stayed for a poo.

The Reason Why We Suck Nowdays

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After last weekend’s shenanigans, we went to town once again today to see James Hollingworth. We were there in good time, and there were a lot more people sitting outside the nearby coffee shop, so expectations were high.

Despite the well-populated area, we failed to see the stage that was there last weekend (just before the beginning of the culture week), which, in light of our previous inability, heightened our suspiscions.

Of course, we had chosen the correct weekend to be here; we were just a day too late.

Freya must have some very strange ideas about James Hollingworth and his concerts. Next time he plays we shall make damn sure we have all the information before getting ourselves, and Freya, all worked up.

The Day I Started Nursery School: By Freya

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I started nursery school this week, and it’s been ‘roligt’. The first three days were ‘roligt’, because Mum came along. I’d been at home with Dad for a long time (something called a ‘year’), so it was nice to spend so much time with Mum, just like the good old days.

Mum was also very pleased, not only because she was with me, but because she got to see what nursery school was all about (maybe she’ll get to go to her own one day), and was really impressed by the tranquility and harmony (eight words a day I can learn: read it and weep!) of the place.

I’ve already learnt to put back things I’ve used, and going to the toilet is dead easy. I’ve also made a few friends, and found a camerade in a girl called Alice.

On the fourth day (Friday) Mum left me to go to work, so I could do lots of things I’m not supposed to, though this is a secret best kept to myself. He he!

So, that’s nursey school over with. I don’t see what all the fuss was about, myself. I just wonder what new, exciting thing I’ll be doing with Mum next week. Maybe this thing Mum and Dad call ‘work’.

Roligt!

About Chip, Sam And Indigo

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Chip, Sam and Indigo went back to England earlier on, having spent four days with us in the north, and three days in Stockholm.

Chip (Freya’s godfather) had really gone to town with Freya’s birthday presents, with my personal favourite being a Peppa Pig DVD boxset. He had even bought Jo and me a present each, mine being a particularly wicked t-shirt with a print of a Commodore 64.

This was the first time that we’d met Sam and her five year-old daughter, Indigo (who shares the same birthday date as our beloved Freya), although we’d virtually seen her, thanks to Skype.

Sam seems to compliment Chip in certain ways, most noticeably in A Tai Chi symbol stylee: she is a fantastic milkless coffee black, he an unsightly pasty white. They share a similarity in height, and, to some extent, personality, both being laid-back, understanding and kind. Sam does have issues with Chip’s total inability to use time effectively. He has managed to survive this exceedingly irritating trait for two decades, with friends choosing to elevate his dithering to an endless list of humurous tales, which have almost become folklore.

Sam, on the other hand, has taken Chip’s problem to hand, which is extremely interesting to see. Now he is the one becoming frustrated (and, on occasion, has the vaccuous look of Ozzy Ozbourne, being led by the hand). Sweet, sweet karma.

Indigo is a sensitive, vibrant five year-old, with a penchant for being a rascal to Chip, and an angel with Freya. They got on like the proverbial house on fire, and were even seen nuzzling each other on the sofa like cats. It was a truly great experience for them both to have an intimate week with each other.

Freya was also seen warming to Chip, climbing onto his chest and sticking her finger into his navel. We have no idea how Chip felt about it (he did mention his bell-button was a sensitive spot), but Jo and I see this as a ten on the progress-o-meter.