I’ve surfaced! And to celebrate, I’m diving headfirst into the teetering-out-of-control to-do list I left behind!
I had grand plans to write a monthly diary here, and have managed, so far, to do one in four months. Please just imagine I did exciting and glamorous things all the other months.
The first great excitement of the year was surviving my first flight since resolving to combat my fear of flying. It was an exceptionally smooth flight, which was good in so far as it wasn’t a great challenge to remain calm… but also bad because I didn’t get to work on staying calm when it’s all a bit wobbly and scary.
Randomly enough, as I took my seat upon boarding, the cabin crew director approached me to say that British Airways had noticed I’ve been flying them quite often lately and wanted to thank me and welcome me on board. It was of course a bit of meaningless PR really, but made it all feel oddly like the first flight of the rest of my life. So, so far so good. I’m headed back to London in a couple of weeks for the showcase reading of Guilty, so we’ll see how that goes…
I kicked off a semi weekly ice skating/drinking session, with some impressive backwards skating:
The fact that I can only go backwards when I stand still and Verina pushes me, is neither here nor there.
Maria kindly invited me toThe Nutcracker at Stockholm’s Royal Opera House. The Nutcracker is one of my favourite ballets, and this production was particularly interesting as they had adapted it to incorporate a Scandinavian folk tale. It was an unusual Nutcracker, and glorious as always!
I left the opera house on a Sugar Plum Fairy high, and headed home to transform myself into a punk for Elisabet’s friends’ P party. Annoyingly, it was then that I discovered that the bin bags I’d bought to make a top out of were teeny weeny, so, already an hour late for the party, I had to come over all Project Runway and set to safety pinning six together.
It was a fabulous party with much boogying to 80s and 90s music. Sadly I was far from the only one with the punk idea, but I was the only one wearing six bin bags, so it worked out in the end.
Movie night kicked off 2014 with my all time favourite film, Queen Christina, followed by the ever fantabulous Vertigo. Then there was Nadine’s lovely birthday brunch featuring a bit of lively feminist debate, our first ski of the year (and my only so far – bloody deadlines!), and a glorious, glorious evening spent in the spa Centralbadet. I had the massage that Nadine, Verina, Paolo and Korinna clubbed together to give me for my birthday, and, thanks to cooling off after the sauna on the “sun” deck in the snow in my bikini, also got a cold I’ve had ever since.
And that was January!