Norway is too spectacular for words, with its fjords and lakes and Norwegian coffee. Yesterday we went to a party in a house by a lake. With a crazy dog. I made lots of nice new friends with names it took me half the night to learn how to say. 'Martin' was the simplest, and therefore I took the opportunity to say his name emphatically as often as possible. Lots of Jack ("He helps me through the hard times") and even more photos. If you're lucky, some will be posted when I'm back.

With all the partying, photo-taking, shopping, coffee-drinking, visiting people and lying in bed singing William Shatner's version of Common People, both my French revision and my Moleskin lie neglected. Moop.

I still can't believe I'm here. Poking to validate real-ness still happens fairly often.

(*poke*
What?
*poke*
Yes?
It's ok. Just checking.)

Today is a Norwegian holiday. Which means staying in pjs all day watching films. Perhaps Rocky Horror, as neither Elisabeth nor Joe have ever seen it before. Deprived children. Without a doubt we will polish off the remaining two Black Books series.

Ha det!