Living in Mina Sidor...

Hello!  Well I am in Sweden.  Malmo again.  In case I was in any doubt of where I actually am, my blog pages have all come up in Swedish, so I'm not EXACTLY sure that this will all come out as planned.  Hee hee - inferring that I plan these little blogs.

I am trying to learn a little Swedish - in my office in Nottingham, my colleagues and I who travel around try to learn a few basics in each language - and there is a tradition of addressing our feathered friends 'my duck.'  So - en Francais, Bonjour mon cunard.  In German, Meine Ente.  So my first Swedish phrase? Ta sa mycket min anka.  Thank you very much my duck. Very important.  One never knows when one will meet an anka waddling down the office corridors.

Today I came across a wonderful phrase - Mina Sidor.  It made me think of Tolkienesque mountain ranges, lit with pink skies and swirling mists.  'The elves of Mina Sidor.'  Do you know what it means? it means 'My Pages.' Yes. Really. Queue lighting strike wiping out the mountainous view.  But I suppose that by writing this blog I am living in My Pages, or Mina Sidor.  Philosophical Mouse that I am.

It's very dark here.  It doesn't get light until about 8.30 in the morning and by 3pm it's getting dark again.  In fact the sun makes a futile effort to lighten the sky to a paler grey, but little else.  And it's cold, as you would expect, but so far no snow so I've not had to stuff my paws into snow boots.  Because of the dark nights, and of course having no friends here this time, except that weird human (I get very odd looks when I'm out with her) I haven't really ventured out.  I went to the Supermarket and bought crackers, a lot of cheese (of course!) and fruit and I log in with my boss, Edie, each evening.  She's very demanding.  Anyway, talking of cheese, it's at least an hour since I had some.  Do enjoy the rest of your evenings.

Godnatt mina ankor

Mouse xx