I'm a heap of snot, eyes tearing up, life is horrible. So hot mulled wine it is, along with ibuprofen, a cinnamon doughnut and a couple of Star Trek films. I'm easy.

I've a cold, and I want to apologise for being stupid, rude and snotty. Very bad week.

Yes, I am indeed, and I love learning languages. You've no idea, how hard I've worked.

I've a bad cold, and currently listening to CCS.

That drunk raccoon...but my favourite story is still the one about the Roomba that made a break for it from a Cambridge #Travelodge. Staff was very worried, because "Nature abhors a vacuum". It was found stuck in a hedge, and later happily reunited with its colleagues.

I'd like to thank my insomnia and Rupert, my coffee maker. We're a great team.

At this time of year, I sadly miss my Danísh grandmother's pork roast. As a former cook, she knew how to turn it into utter perfection.

An important and very personal anniversary today. The first steps on a very tough and unyielding path: meeting and knowing yourself.

I'd like to wish my American friends Happy Thanksgiving, and could someone please explain how somebody came up with a dish like sweet potato mash and marshmallows?

Smaller Swedish businesses have asked us to only pay in cash this week, in order to fight and protest against the increasingly and unhealthy practising of the almighty and unholy #BankID, without which you can't do anything, really. Finally something that I can wholeheartedly support. Woof.

I've been so inundated with ads and articles, that I thought Black Friday was last week. Woof.

My name day.

First snow! So my sciatica said: "My work is done" and pissed off.

I have to admit, that I'm a bit proud of this.

Waiting for the bus, I had the creamiest of cappuccinos, sitting on an outdoor warm wooden bench, with nice pillows and infrared heater lamps above. I watched people and the dusk, and I suddenly felt absolutely happy and content.

I'd like to congratulate my very dear friend cwstagg.bsky.social on choosing such a cool day to be born. 😈💀🖤

I'm not really gloating, but oh, how incredibly satisfying it is to see a narcissist going down. There'll be prosecco.

Bloody hell. I'm speechless. Gobsmacked. It's historical. Bugger me. Unfuckingbelievable. Wow. Gosh. Go, Charles! #Andrew

It's +8C, raining, very cold. Come darkness, dread and fear! Fill me with your grey mohair wooliness, tickle me eternally with promises of dark dreams! Barb me, with your arrows dipped in strange poisons that will transform my mind...aaaargghh! Just an ordinary Swedish October day. You know.

For the first time in eighteen years, the nearby lunch restaurant at the old officers' mess is now closed. It's very quiet, and I don't like it, because I hate change.

I'm actually a devout recyclist. Today, I stuffed my beloved bag-on-wheels Hildur with as many empty cans I possibly could: £7, sacrebleu! Two days of pork shops.

I'm now doing Danish on #Duo, and since I'm bi-lingual, I can assure you that the course is seriously flawed. I keep shouting: "Nobody says that!" What may be ortographically and grammatically correct, is very outdated. People don't talk and write like that, at least not since the late 60s.

I'm trying to understand #Duolingo replacing hearts with "energy". Weirdly, you lose it, even when answering correctly. You can easily refill it but have to endure endless ads. So much for "free" education, eh, #Duo, trying to pressure people into buying SuperDuo. That dog won't hunt, so fuck you.

Well! Here I am, and my friends who begged me to join bsky are nowhere to be seen. Whatever. I've cold milk and cinnamon custard donuts.

I've learnt how to simply walk away from what I hate and loathe, but when it comes to #IanWatkins...I raise a glass, wishing that even his ashes will disintegrate and disappear, as if he never existed.

I'm secretly thrilled, that it's getting darker and colder. Time to light candles, and curling up with good books and freshly brewed coffee.

I'd like to point out, that the Nobel Peace Prize is awarded by a Norweigian committee, since Alfred Nobel thought that Swedes weren't peace-loving enough. However, all the really important prizes are awarded by Swedish academies and scientific bodies.

I slammed into a door-handle, being my usual impatient self, and bloody hell, it almost paralysed my forearm. Bit of a bulge there, but I couldn't help laughing at my clumsiness, because it's a 1940's handle, nice and rounded, and I still managed to hurt myself. Some things never change. 😁

Ah, to be a martyr activist! I mean, you set out, knowing that you'll be captured, then held in less than agreeable places, and then you moan? You are NOT my compatriot.

Oh, Greta. Just piss off.

Today, at the supermarket, I bought a small battery for my scales, and as I was busy packing other items, this young bloke behind me just quickly and gently pushed it down towards me, so I wouldn't miss it. I easily could have. And that's why I love my small town.

Fuck Greta.

It's the #pinkcancer month, so I bought a mini-azalea in order to honour my late and larger-than-life best friend Annika. She had the flattest chest EVER, which makes her death from breast cancer even more poignant. Women: check your breasts. Men: check your woman's breasts. Fondling saves lives.

Rest in joy, Dame #JillianCooper. Your novels nestle happily together with Aristotle's Poetics on my bookshelf.

Numera Coco & Tarmen.

Hate is an essentially very pure emotion, reserved for precious few, and you should never be afraid of acknowledging it. Open up, let it stream through you, and make it a part of what you really are. Learn how to control it, and you'll be fine. #luciferian

October is my guilty pleasure. I adore the cold rain battering the windows, cooking meaty stews, sipping dark red wine. No more annoying summer musts. You can finally just be.

I just remembered, when I once thought I saw my ex-husband on the Underground, and cheekily pinched his bottom. As it turned out, it wasn't Mikael, so of course I profusely apologised. But he just smiled and said: "Thank you, I really needed that." There. You never know what'll make someone's day.

Yesterday was the anniversary of the death of my husband. I didn't feel anything. He was a narcissist, and made my life hell, but everyone thought that he was *such* a great guy, even my Mum, and that I was the weird one. I wasn't.

The most glorious of September days. Cool and mild, the now lower sun making every single leaf shine and sing. I take long walks, and pick lingonberries and mushrooms. Sometimes I miss Stockholm.

As a good Catholic, Robert F. Kennedy Jr. divorced his first wife, then his second, who later comitted suicide. He begot six children and somehow persuaded the Church to annul his earlier marriages so he could marry Cheryl Haines. The moral integrity of a fruit-fly. Like the #Catholic church.

#Paracetamol really is pure poison for your liver (ask any doctor), but causing autism? Hardly. Parents want answers, but to blame a single substance is absolutely ridiculous; you may as well accuse broccoli.

I've just suffered bit of a financial blow. Strangely, it has only made me more determined to boldly go forth, and to envision and get what I really want. To quote Herman Wouk, I've "the pace of a snail, or greased lightning in vacuum". I've accepted myself, and I like me.

When your #Phalaenopsis has lost its last flower, cut down the stems, and this will happen. All you need, is a healthy plant, a bit of patience, and lots of orchid love.

I quit breeding Persian cats thirty years ago, because I refused to accept the increasingly unhealthy standards rewarded by the judges. It was a moral decision. My greatest joy was always to find the right owner to every kitten. Now we've cat mills, and it breaks my bloody heart.

You may want to have a good look at the #SevenMountainMandate, and what it stands for. As a #Luciferian, I cultivate indifference when it comes to contentious issues. As a #Chaote, I always choose to see the funny side of everything, because humour is the highest quality. Here endeth the lesson. 🤪

It's my Twitterversary, and I still can't access my account. But, 16 years, yay! No Musk will ever change that.

My local paper did a deep-dive into old IKEA catalogues, and found this gem.

As a Swedish Conservative, I'm absolutely appalled by what's going on right now. Democracy is under attack, as is free speech and everything that we've always taken for granted. Like humour. Yes, thought-fascists of every hue, we're coming for you, one laugh at a time. You will be assimilated.