Job Hunting

My employer told me today that they are moving the operation which I currently work for to Sweden, and do I want to come along. Hell no. No way. Noooo. Nope.
So, effectively from today I am out of a job from 1 September. Weee. Great.
Shouldn't be too hard to get a new one with my invaluable skills and knowledge, except it seems kind of hard getting (good and well-paid) jobs in Scotland if you are not British. Danish is, after all, a cake you eat with your coffee. And the vikings did, I am afraid, after all invade Britain a long time ago. Britons do not forget those sort of things.

Property hunt

Mrs Rasmussen and I have been house hunting the last couple of weeks. What's new, you might say. Well, new is that we have put our dream about a sustainable house on hold and are now looking to find a house where we all fit, not too far away from the Forth Road Bridge. We've set our eyes on South Queensferry, village just under the two bridges over the Forth. And a beautiful setting it is.

It's my birthday, I can cry if I want to

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Temperature is rising

Well, it feels like summer in Edinburgh. It's certainly sunny and almost hot, showing off the city from its most delightful side.
Our summer holidays are only three weeks away, a trip to Finland with two and a half weeks of mocking about, moskitoes and midnight gatherings around a fire. And beer. And fishing. And windsurfing.
Who knows, we might even get so bored / relaxed that we accept to join in a little lighthearted roleplaying game, who knows? Don't tell anyone, but I am bringing a couple of possible games to pull out from the rucksack and say, "Hey, what have we got here?"
Not everyone likes to explore or have fun via a game, or even a roleplaying game, but I am confident that there will be a cure for that in the far future.
Two days to my birthday, and I will be rounding that looming Douglas Adams number. Maybe I suddenly get insight into stuff I wasn't meant to know before? Yay.

Taxing

I just paid the final and last installment of my tax to the Danish state. The tax is from 2000, I think, and now it has been paid. Feels good.
Speaking of feeling good, Mrs Rasmussen found some old packages of paper in a long forgotten place in a cupboard somewhere. It's called "Stencil Duplicator" paper and is 8" by 10", aka 203x254mm. The dimensions are gorgeous. The A4 paper next to it looks completely ridiculous and bland. This paper has got SOUL. Structure. It even smells. I know A4 is probably more mathematically correct and whatnot, but who cares? Eff metric and hail inches. 8"x10".
Weather: rain.

Heat

Summer hit Edinburgh yesterday, with 20+ temperatures. Last week frost, today bbq in the garden and cycling home from work without a jacket. Man. My skin smells of burnt pork and my forehead is still warm from the sun. Magnificent.

Rainy Sunday

We went to see Sin City Friday night, but let's forget about that as quickly as possible. Saturday morning Mrs Rasmussen and me went into the city centre to hang out and look at possible new spectacles for me. It's that time again. I bought my last pair of glasses in 1996, and they have to go. They have to. It was raining most of the time,as it has been raining steadily most of the week, and we ended up in the Black Medicine Cafe in Marchmont.
We bought a couple of sea bass at Eddie's Sea Food Market -wonderful shop, bestest in whole Edinburgh, which where marinated in garlic and balsamico later the same day and roasted in the oven.
The picture is from a Fife coastal town called Pittenweem. Seriously.

As time slows by

Thursday already. Lunch break. It's been raining for more than 24 hours, but has now stopped. Cold. Smoothjazz in the earphones. Warm. Break's over in two minutes. Is that the Sun somewhere behind the dark rain clouds?