Love Letters

Sometimes I wonder if the difference between a bad day and a good day depends on where you position yourself. England has been spoiling us with sunshine for the last two weeks, and today I was off work. In the afternoon I wandered downtown to buy essentials at poundland, and walking back I sat down at the wall down in the bearpit and started reading and scribbling down some thoughts. As I was busy with my pen some men gathered just next to me. The bearpit is a lovely place, and that's usually where The Big Issue sellers gather, together with homeless and drinkers. One chap wondered if I could help him out with bus money, he had just been to Bristol for court and had to leave before the police found him still here. I gladly gave him what he needed, and he insisted on showing proof of his story. I would have given it to him anyway. He was lovely, we shook hands and he took off.

The bearpit

Another man turned and asked who I was writing to. I told him it was for my sister. He then asked me if I wouldn't write him a letter. I said "sure, what do you want me to write?" to which he responded "I love you and I want to have free sex with you...". I just laughed it off and continued with what I was doing. Before I left I asked for his name and wrote him a note saying "I love you, but I'm afraid  I can't have free sex with you". It made him laugh, he put it in his inner pocket and told me he was going to keep it forever. He then wrote me a note back (see picture). When he heard I was from Sweden he said, "what's your name, Frida?" He thought I was joking when I told him it was :)

To a friendly and lovely person, thanks 4 letter. Send more...

Luv Yeh  X

Now I have to bugger off, I have a dinner with Riddle to cash in!


All Love

A Wreck by Doing Nothing

This past week has been manic, I've spent the past 5 nights in Fishponds with my three girls and the two stuckies. My shift on Monday night got cancelled, so I've joined Nisse and Erik on their vacation, which means basically eating, drinking beer and sleeping. It's now time to get back on track with things, and I am not looking forward to it. I got bills to pay, a flat to clean, food that needs cooking, books to read, studying to be done, a gym to visit and laundry waiting. And I am already tired.

Everyday Hero

Yesterday night me, Julia and Maria + Julias brother's two friends who got stuck in England by the vulcanic ashes, headed out for a night on town. On our way from the pub to the pick-up spot for the taxi we saw a man laying head-down half way down a stairs. The three nurses sprang into action, doing jaw thrust, keeping record of breathing and pulse, and starting CPR before ambulance got to the place. By the time they arrived he got pulse and breathing back and showed weak signs of response. When they left we were all quite shook up, especially by the fact that the man probably had been laying there for a while, people just walking by. During my education I would have dreams about emergencies like these, a reaction to all the information we crammed into our brains I suppose, but this time it was actually for real.

Anyway, none of us felt like going home afterwards, and we ended up going out dancing to get the adrenaline out our systems. It ended up being a really good night.

I hope the chap ended up ok. Alcohol and drugs can be nasty things!

All Love

Dirty Business

Today was supposed to be dedicated to cleaning. Coming back from the gym, a take-away risotto in my hand, I ended up on the sun-drenched porch, and there I fell asleep. Woke up, feeling a bit dizzy, entered my flat and noticed a slightly red colour on my cheeks. Did not want to waste a sunny day and took the bike to The Better Food Company to buy veggies and tea. Then the cleaning started. It is SO much work trying to make an old house look clean. The dirt grows quickly and is packed into every unevenness there is to find (and there's lots of em). You can hardly see the difference but the cloth is black, and so is the water you use to wrench it out. I will not finish today, that's for sure.

All Love