Archive for December, 2012

Boxing Day 2012

Wednesday, December 26th, 2012

After our “Killing” marathon it came as no surprise that we missed breakfast!
It was sunny so I cajoled H into getting up and out with the cameras and we headed up the hill to the old chateau. The light was golden and brought the best out of the wonderful colours. We left the hilltop and popped down to the port, via some antique shops, to see if Ken was in the pub. Sadly not, so we meandered back around the coast road to the Promenade and headed home. It was properly dark by this time and we decided to have an early dinner and watch the last few episodes of the Killing. Which was cracking! And so to bed.

Christmas Day, 2012

Tuesday, December 25th, 2012

As it was Christmas we treated ourselves to a lie in…
When we finally dragged ourselves out if bed, the present like was practically shouting at me. After a quick brekkie, H finally agreed to opening a few parcels. Luckily we opened all of them! Lots of lovely things 🙂
By this time it was getting on a bit so we rushed out for a skate along the promenade. Which was fun! Both of us manages to keep upright, and the guys & gals on the promenade we doing some phat tricks. We can only dream of being that good!
Back home to stuff some meat into the bird…
While we were cooking:
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Yep, collecting the refuse on Christmas Day!

And our star:
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Nice eh?

Cooking took a while longer than expected but once it was ready we settled down to eat and watch a couple of “Killing” episodes. It turned into quite a few though, and at 4am we decided it was bedtime’

Twas the night before…

Sunday, December 23rd, 2012

…the day before Christmas. (eve…), when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Until 3pm when we got up!

Off to Nice for Christmas

Sunday, December 23rd, 2012

Luckily the doom-mongers seemed to have got it wrong, and the world didn’t end, but Disaster! The Heathrow Express was suspended. Some mis-alignment of celestial bodies foretold by ancient civilisation? Or a signal fire. One or the other. Anyway, it caused me a pain in the wallet as we had to get a taxi to the airport. However, as we had seven bags, it probably did us a huge favour!
The business lounge was typically full of screaming kids… Great.
Plus, the flight was delayed, and absolutely no information was forthcoming from British “to fly to serve” Airways about:
a) the fact that there actually was a delay
b) why there was a delay
c) how long the delay was
Well played BA, well played…
Still, I am being pedantic. The delay was minor and the flight, although bumpy, was ok and we were soon reunited with our excess baggage.
Getting on the bus was fun! As was going up the hill!
We managed though.

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Clearly the first priority was food, so we headed out to the square and settled into Lu Fran Calin for some Foie Gras and Guinea Fowl in a mustard sauce. Oh how I have missed you, Nice!
A rather fruity Graves helped wash everything down nicely!

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Borås wk 49

Thursday, December 6th, 2012

After a wonderful week and a half in London, it was back to business, and so back to Borås.
Met up with BM on a damp morning at LHR T5 and hopped on BA790

I had some bloke who seemed to want to lean on me for the whole flight which made it less than comfortable.
Landed in a snowy and blinking cold Landvetter airport. Predictably I got stuck behind dodgy non-European who’s passport needed to be inspected minutely. And at great length. Joy. However, having no checked bags made for a speedy exit and we were soon in the taxi heading East. Dragged the ‘roc out of the parking house and headed for the maelstrom in the office. In the end it was not too bad and we managed to extract ourselves at a reasonable hour. After doing the domestic chores we wandered into town in search on vittles. We happened upon a small place called Babbel that seemed to fit the bill.

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My chicken skewers

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BM’s dead animal…

Tuesday brought more chaos, with the weather and in the office! Mainly in the form of agent “k”… After a relatively successful day, I had to be domestic and I some laundry while K lounged in his sauna and jacuzzi. There is no justice. B and I headed into town to meet up with K at Vinci. The wind chill factor took the ambient temperature down to approx -35. Honest. I think I chose badly as my meal was slightly disappointing.
We then retired to The Factory to watch the last Champions League group matches. It was pretty quite so after the game B and I headed back to Gôta while K had “just one more” in Wisers. Which turned out to be one more, plus a swathe of shots!

Rather predictably K demanded pizza for lunch, so a walk down to Herkules was rather bracing.

Wednesday evening was our team Julbord and the Brits were hosting. I headed out to Bramhult to pick up double-H and deposited the car back in its home. We all met up at The Factory for an aperitif before going to the restaurant at the Best Western. It is slightly better than it sounds!

Naturally we ate far too much. Apparently this is the “done thing” at Swedish Christmas dinners!

B was itching to get back to the factory as Celtic were in action in the Champions League.

Surprisingly they won! Less surprisingly, K demanded champagne…