Done that

Our Danish friends stayed with us last week, I was off work and there was lots and lots of snow, at least for a couple of days. We all had a great time, I think.
Wednesday morning Edinburgh woke up to snow chaos. I let the kids stay home from school, and Matthias as I ventured up into the Pentland Hills to slide down Blueberry Hill. It was a blast, we had so much fun, and a few bruises here and there.
Things are getting back to normal, even though L is coming over next week as part of her studies. She will be staying a couple of nights, while her fellow students are staying at a B&B.

Hunter S Thompson is dead

Hunter S Thompson is no more of this Earth. He showed us that writing can be as powerful as a nuclear blast, invented his own form of journalism and inspired a whole generation of wannabe writers, including me.
If nothing else, read his novel The Rum Diary, written 1959 but not published until almost 30 years later. It's up there with the best.
Hunter was probably also a good indication that too many drugs, mixed and in to large quantities can harm your health.

W...what...when...how...?

Midterm holiday for the kids and Mrs Rasmussen this week. They have been sleeping until late and had a good time. I have been doing a 7-3 shift, and actually prefer the early working hours. Your day is not completely gone when you come home from work, which is a definite bonus.
Tomorrow old Danish friends are coming to stay for a week, which we are very much looking forward to, even though one of them miscast his vote at the Danish election a while ago. May be spelling trouble, may be an error of judgement or insanity. We'll know more after next week.

Mrs Rasmussen goes shopping

When Mrs Rasmussen goes shopping, she means business. Waiting for her, under her table, when she arrives home today are one PowerBook G4 (the latest model out last week), an iPod, an iSight webcam and a red skin to protect the PowerBook.

Politics. Balls. Footballs.

It has been a while. Meanwhile there has been Super Bowl (this year broadcast by ITV, so I could actually watch it, yessss) and the Danish election. I prefer Super Bowl. The sitting Danish government, made up of middle-class, middle-aged, middle-intelligent people who should have kept their day jobs, was sort of re-elected. Thank you for supporting USA invading Iraq. Check. Thank you for accepting that there are Human Rights and "human rights". Check. Thank you for increasing unemployment. Check. Thank you for beginning to destroy public transport. Check. Thank you for working closely together with the middle-aged, middle-class no-brainers from Dansk Folkepari, who keeps "den indre svinehund" (un-translateable, sorry) alive. Check.
You'll have four more years. My condolences.

Glorious

Today was glorious. Sunny, warm, beautiful. Too bad I had to sit inside all day and miss it all. At least I am cycling to and from work without lights now (OK, a red rear light in the morning, just in case. Cyclists play a dangerous game in Britain), and this afternoon I was even able to take off my woolen hat.
Sofie is doing her work experience this week, at Colinton's Art Shop. She is working 9.30 to 6.30, so she is sleeping when Matthias and I leave the house at 8am.