♫ Oh, what a morning! ♫

So I got up early today - family trip to a castle - pure quality time! Beside the fact that we cannot find or get hold of my sister.

Anne & I had quality time instead - i threw some stick & she loved it!

Let me introduce to you, the one & only "Sheriff's Pie".

I've invented a new dish and I have called it:

SHERIFF'S PIE!

Well, I wanted to make Shepherd's Pie, but apparently you can't buy minced lamb in Denmark, except frozen, so what to do? I bought minced chicken and made my own special pie and may i say, it was divine - so divine that my mother is now lying on the sofa with a bit of a stomachache.. Because she's eaten too much! Wicked!

Denmark is stil Denmark and it still takes time to adjust..

Inspector Rex.

- A dogs secret crush!

She watches him on TV.

Reason for being broody?

She wants his babies.

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Paint & Puppies.

So I've found out that false pregnancy and disapointment go hand in hand! We were certain that my mother's dog were with pups - she had all the signs - milking nippels, bigger stomach, tiredness - you name it and it was there. But then................... It wasn't. I was mixing labrador & schnauzers into a puppy with short legs, black fur, big head & a moustache. But nothing. Just milk on the carpet!

My room has been painted now - it's eggshell white - I don't have many things at the moment & can't fit all my clothes in the closet, but I'm fairly compfortable so far. I bake pies & stroke the dog. Haven't been out much since I've arrived, but I have recieved an early birthday gift from my mother in shape of a bike, so tomorrow it will be picked up & I'm ready to cycle everywhere. Even though I'm enjoying the comfort of my mothers fast car.

Went to Aarhus for birthday, Sunday - godson is so amazingly fantastic with golden curls and a loud voice when it's bedtime.

The Labyrinth, Tight Jeans & Denmark.

First day in Denmark. Long day in Denmark. I'm currently rolling myself a cigarette with liqourice paper, after enjoying a delightful cheese (on Danish ryebread) sandwich with a carpet of mustard. It's 22.35 and I'm in my mothers kitchen, no dogs around - which is slightly frustrating as it's so much nicer with a dog to keep you company after a long travel (a whole 1 1/2 hour flight) from England.
My sister is being a teenager too the limit and my mother is at a concert with a old Danish singer with greasy hair. I'm accmpanied by David Bowie. If not in person, then at least in tight jeans and orange hair.
Drove my mum to the concert and then up to see my grandmother for tea drinking and seriously chocolatestuffing. Then the teenager called and begged for a ride to the town with a wet dog, that she insisted to bring with her and a bicycle, that she insisted I should bring home. In a couple of hours, she'll most likely insist on being picked up.
I was going to make strawberry porridge, Danish styel, but skipped the idea for tonight.
Nothing is unpacked and probably won't be today. I'm tired and will end this rant of nothing and then do nothing, maybe I'll watch some nothing on the Tv and then go to bed, hoping that I won't have a sister calling and insisting.