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Since having moved into our new pad, my days are spent doing what Swedes do best: organising, accessorizing and nesting. Ikea, interior design magazines, finding matching shelves and towels and coasters and ovengloves and all sort of weird and wonderful bits that a new place needs. Different colours for different areas. My poor (but very patient, extremely understanding and completely bored out of his skull at Ikea) Will is taking it all in his stride. He is my hero as he is standing by in the madness that is Miagoesshoppingandcannotbedisturbedinthemeantime.

Until next time, travel safe on your way to Ikea (yes, you could almost think I was paid to namedrop), sleep well and dream sweet dreams of matching colourschemes.

...mia and I am an interiorshopaholic

Moving on

The GP ended with a BANG (literally) and on Monday morning I crawled out of bed, not because I particularly wanted to, but because the bulders were in the house. I could tell as there was a lot of banging and drilling and banging and drilling and some awful music played very loud. I managed to get dressed and had a shower in the upstairs bathroom (although Mr Builder wanted to do some more banging and drilling there, I got my way). Snuck into the café on the corner where the owner Jimmy asked me if I was alright. I croaked that I was a bit tired, paid for my coffee and headed towards the city.
On Tuesday, the builders showed up again, but this time I snapped and when he said "How nice of you to get out of bed". I simply replied with a "Don't you f****ng dare talking to me about getting out of bed". I'm so proud of myself...

(Footnote to builder story: they have been "working" on the house for two months and we are all pretty fed up with having them around):

Great news - we have moved!! We have a lovely place not far away that we can call our own and since I am currently unemployed until mid April, I can spend my days pottering around in our little pad doing what I want; listening to music, reading a mag, drinking coffee or watching telly.

Talk later, Melbourne is offering her finest weather and I'm off to hang out in the sunshine.

Grand Prix

Since starting work coordinating the administration for the Grand Prix, my life pretty much includes 12 hour work days. I am currently getting out of bed at 4am to be down at the track for 5.30. Luckily, the big day is getting closer and closer, which means I can finally get some sleep!!!

The F1 cars were out test driving today and I managed to get a glimpse for a few minutes before I had to run back to our Zone Hut. Unfortunately, I think that's all I will get to see as I am stuck in there making sure the staff are signed in, signed out, fed, looked after and much more. So much for driving round in golfbuggies as we were promised when we started the job...

I'm off to bed to get a few hours presious sleep.

Ina, vad har du för telefonnummer?

Babyshower

I got invited to my first babyshower. Don't I feel like I just got handed about a thousand vuxenpoäng!!!

My first thought was Carrie and Sex and the City.

Will there be a list at Myer? Or should I bring a diapercake? Or should it be something for the mum? Those of you in the know, please share your insights.

Big kiss,
Shoegal.

Work and no play

The Grand Prix job is hard work and I seem to spend my days troubleshooting and filing paper from one pile of files into another. Over and over again I do this. My head is spinning, make it stop!! Despite this, I like the job and the lovely people I work with in particular. I got my credentials today, which is quite exciting. Not quite so exciting is the fact that we didn't get access to the good stuff like the pitlane and paddock....

Yesterday I saw a Big Issue dude shouting "Are you stoned?"... into his mobile phone. Just a weird sight and a weird conversation.

The weekend was spent taking it easy; hanging out and not doing much, which was very nice indeed.

My camera broke a while ago, so I'm afraid it's going to be a while before any pics will be posted.

Bought Amy Winehouse's cd. Wicked stuff.