The Shop on the Wharf

Bryggejentene (The Girls on the Wharf) is a well kept secret: A small shop and coffee house in a tiny village a 30 minute drive from my town.

The girls decided to start their own business, and now it's a charming tourist attraction. The children can play on the beach while you eat home made carrot cake on vintage plates, overlooking the sea. Or you can do like me: Bring home some large sitting cushions.

And sometimes you'll meet some confused kayak paddler who wonder how they landed on that beach.

How to get there? Cross the bridge, take left then right and drive until the end of the road. Then you're on the wharf.

A Hormonal Invation 2: It's Getting Scary

The aliens in the shape of pregnancy hormons are continuing to take over my body. Now it's getting scary.

I can do nothing but crocheting granny squares. As a matter of fact I think about granny squares day and night, and my big girl job is suffering.

Another proof is that I've recently felt an overwhelming urge to

- hold on -

Bake.Cakes. I usually avoid baking like the plague. Nothing gets burned even, which shows that the aliens have completed their mission.

What's next? Will I be starting to make cupcakes??



The rest of the family is busy shuffling endless amounts of snow in the Arctic.

I might have to send him on a motorbike course. Expecting the third (!) girl means testosterone levels must be kept high. It also means we will need a big bathroom in the new house.

Enjoy your week!