Big PHEW!!! Level 1 of basic Norwegian has been completed with the emphasis on 'basic'. 36 lessons crammed into 4 weeks and it's fair to say the high level alarm is going off in my head i.e. time for a break before we have a spontaneous combustion incident! It's now time to launch myself on an unsuspecting norsk public, see if I can put into practice what I've learnt. Cue the same tactic before entering Starbucks...repeat several times what you're going to say before you actually say it...'grande triple shot mocha skinny extra hot to go' blah blah blah! If you see anything in the paper about a British woman apprehended in Stavanger for repeatedly lurking outside shops/cafes muttering to herself...it'll be me!
So henceforth the blog shall feature a 'word of the day', today's one is ... gammel (gahm-merl) which means 'old'. The reason I chose this one is because it's my birthday this week and, yep you guessed it, that combined with the 'norskkurs' means I'm feeling gammel! Mind you, 'femtien' (fem-tee-en) doesn't sound nearly as bad as 51 does it? Clutching at straws.
So we're off back to Blighty for a long weekend to celebrate said birthday, all of which means the Mulder cat is headed for the cattery (a different one...) later on today. Currently to be found studying the insides of his eyelids, little does he know what's in store. Still not venturing out much but preferring instead to park himself on the balcony railings in order to get a better view of the doves...
We've had a fantastic spell of autumn weather, the leaves are a blaze of colour and the temperatures are dropping. These photos were from last Sunday...first one is taken from the house, second one was on a mini hike down in Sandnes and the third one is the sun setting on the fjord below Chez Robertson. And no, that's not our boat (sadly)!
Last weekend we also had a major treat on the jazz front, in the form of the Kyle Eastwood Band who were visiting Stavanger. If you like jazz, you'll know that he's made a very big name for himself as a bassist despite having the potential to be overshadowed by his somewhat famous father (Clint). No doubting the likeness!
Oh and how could I forget...the world-famous search for the premier cinnamon bun goes on. At the moment, the Ostehuset one is out in front (pictured) but there could be a late contender in the form of another local baker - Charles & De. One last trawl around before I declare a winner, if only because I don't want to be get any bigger!
Til neste gang!
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