This morning, as I filled up the car at a gas station covered in a white duvet of crisp snow, my joke about how bloody cold it was (-10C°) was met by blank expressions by the locals. I should know better. I always tell people off for saying its cold when it's not. But the combined effects of trying to work the new-fangled swedish gaspump system (this is a country were people pay their bus tickets by texting. By TEXTING!) whilst wearing oversized giant-knit mittens and not trying to freeze my nose off generated a 'cold today' comment. But, as Led Zeppeline once described it, 'we come from the land of the ice and snow', and there's no pity for pathetic ex-pats.
There's no denying though, that despite a constant battle of supremacy over my mittens, I love it. There is white snow covering everything and frosty cold to make the world clean and fresh again. So I am very happy to be able to present my daily drawings from a Sweden that is fulfilling all my hopes for a proper old-school snow-covered christmas.
All I'm hoping for now is a bit of viking stylee fetivities. 'Valhalla, I am coming!'