
Heh heh heh.... Yay! I shall be back by Sept 4th by the latest...
The only real problem I find is in other people's company. If truth be told, I am not a social person and I only really enjoy myself when I am either alone, or with people I have something fundamentally in common with... science fiction films, or role playing... escapist stuff like that. I like my in-laws a lot though and I've been on holiday with them several times... and its rained on almost every occaision! I've sat in summer houses with Mette's family and sat on the shores of mountain lakes in Italy and its rained and rained and rained. It rained on Mette's thirtieth birthday as well as Freja's first. Rain is a constant feature of Northern Europe, but it seems to follow us with dogged persistance. Maybe we're like the bloke Douglas Adams described who drove around and never knew he was a rain god...?
So, any way, I'm rambling. Its 00:52 and I'm listening to Harold Budd Mette has just gone to bed, disatisfied with herself and her lack of productivity, and I suspect with me for my lack of enthusiasm and encouragement in the face of the daunting weather. We just watched a truly appalling film called 'Crush' and it did nothing to lighten the mood. C'est la vie.
Freja gave us a terrible shock today. She fell flat on her face and started bleeding all over the place. At first I thought she'd bitten the tip of her tongue and I was afraid it would hurt for ages, but she soon stopped crying and we found that it was her upper teeth that had taken the bash. For most of the day the gum around them looked bruised but it gradually died away again. She seems to be a perfect model of health. The exact opposite of her father, thankfully. Here she is, from yesterday, wearing her new leopard skin shoes...
Pipski faldt på gulvet i dag og fik slået sine fortænder så blodet fosset ud over det hele. Mette fik sig en ordentligt shock og Freja var nær hysterisk i nogle få minutter, men så faldt hun hurtigt til ro igen. Jeg frygtede at hun havde bidt sine tunge så jeg var faktisk lidt lettet da vi så at det var hendes tænder. De kan trods alt repareres, men hvis hun havde bidt ended af sine tunge... puha!
Billedet er fra i går da Snus'en gik rundt i hendes ny sko.
The Good Guys: 1, Rocketman (bought from Eureka Miniatures). 2, George Macarthur. 3, 'Mad Dog' Mitchell. 4, Lady Penelope Carfax. 5, Murdoch. 6, The Colonel. 7, Sgt Sternov. 8, Bolshevik rifle's. 9, German Falshirmsjäger motor bike & sidecar with mounted MG34 (I may replace this element with another armoured car to even the balance, but also because I can't find anything that indicates the Russians were ever into motor biks with side cars) 10, Rolls Royce armoured car (in truth I doubt the Bolsheviks woul have had RR's, but they certainly had a lot of similar vehicles, also from the UK, and besides, its not like there is a lot of models on offer from this period). 11, Rolls Royce staff car (again, this is a compromise given the lack of period models. I'm using a Matchbox collectable I've 'borrowed' from my Mom) 12 & 13, Bolshevik trucks, (more Matchbox compromises. These are repainted Crossley's). 14, Bolshevik machine gun. 15. Ivan the conductor.
The bady guys: 1. Viktor Korsarov. AKA the Iron Czar (another miniature from Eureka). 2, Olga. 3, Yeltsinsky. 4, Yuri. 5, Agent X. 6, Korsakov's tank crews and engineers. 7, Korsakov's rifle men (are actually French soldiers from Crusader Miniatures because I haven't got any more Bolsheviks, I'll replace these later on with White Russians) 8, Kosakov's machine gunners, (more French troops. There is also a mortar crew, but they're not in the picture). 9, A 1/47 scale Renoult FT 17 tank, (from Gaso Line. Still under construction. I hate resin models, they never fit together as they ought to). 10, A Renault truck (yet another Matchbox conversion). 11. Staff car (this is atually a German desert army kupelwagon which an online friend sent me. He also sent me the Indiana Jones tank). 12. An International Mark 7 tank with a modified turret (this model came from Disneyland in Florida, where it was sold as a kids toy. It is a model of the tank Indiana Jones battles in the film, Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.)
Rikke & Josefine / Josefine & Freja
Thank You Every One!
exclamations of joy and the certainty that no other child was ever so fantastic!
Sofie had just begun the day before so Freja was like the star attraction (it was also her lil birthday event). The black and white images here are all from then.
Snus’en (Mette har fortælte mig at såden skulle det stavnes) kommer hen så hurtigt at jeg kan næsten ikke følje med, men hun er stadigvæk min lille ‘Thunderpants’ (min medhjælper i vores verdens redninger). I går ver det mødregruppens møde og de sad alle ud på terrasen og nyd det god vejr. Som altid skinnede Freja som en lille sol. Hun gik frem og tilbage og viste sig frem og jeg var så stolt som man skulle tror det er løgne. De andre børn kan ikke rigtig gå endnu (Sofie var lige begyndte dagen før) så Freja var den stor vidunder barn igen… det var også hendes fødselsdags ‘fest’ så det er nok naturligt at hun fik så meget opmærksomhed. All de sort og hvid billede I denne post er fra i går
A Christian youth organisation, singing their hearts out as I passed by Klostertorv (Abbey Square). Jesus loves them, which is nice. The building in the background is the old monastry from which NyMunkegade (New Monks Street) gets its name (there is an Old Monks Street as well).