
Greetings! I am aware that I have not updated for a long long time, and I am sorry. I have tried, but the simple reason is that I haven't really had much worth writing a post about!
As depressing as it is to admit, that my life holds very few distinctions, I have had two, three or maybe more high points recently.
I cant help but find small things amusing, and I'm quite sure that everyone does,( unless of course your a depressed and pessimistic individual, who finds nothing and nobody funny.) Apologies, I diverse.
Anyway, the first; on the way to Tønsberg one evening, Me and Sophia passed a group of bearded Muslim men, on what looked like a pilgrimage/ serious trek/ backpacking trip.
Of course we honked at them. I love honking my horn at random individuals. Its just hilarious to see their reactions! Some jump a mile high, some pretend to recognise you, some just look peed off:) On the way back though, four hours later, we passed them again, just entering Horten this time! Of course we had to beep at them again. I felt slightly guilty after doing so, as I noticed a rather frail, white bearded grandpa Muslim, trudging along a few metres behind the rest of the group.Ja men, moral of the story, do not waste your time on trudging anywhere, particularly if your pilgrimage is to a destination within Norway.
Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of anything foreign.
Although I would love to, I cannot claim to have written that. The end. Don't forget to leave a comment please.
As depressing as it is to admit, that my life holds very few distinctions, I have had two, three or maybe more high points recently.
I cant help but find small things amusing, and I'm quite sure that everyone does,( unless of course your a depressed and pessimistic individual, who finds nothing and nobody funny.) Apologies, I diverse.
Anyway, the first; on the way to Tønsberg one evening, Me and Sophia passed a group of bearded Muslim men, on what looked like a pilgrimage/ serious trek/ backpacking trip.
Of course we honked at them. I love honking my horn at random individuals. Its just hilarious to see their reactions! Some jump a mile high, some pretend to recognise you, some just look peed off:) On the way back though, four hours later, we passed them again, just entering Horten this time! Of course we had to beep at them again. I felt slightly guilty after doing so, as I noticed a rather frail, white bearded grandpa Muslim, trudging along a few metres behind the rest of the group.Ja men, moral of the story, do not waste your time on trudging anywhere, particularly if your pilgrimage is to a destination within Norway.
OK, second; Me and Ben baked scones. Yes, it is rather bewildering to me as well how that ended up as my highlight for the week. But it was. And I think it was something to do with the hysterical giggles that issued from Ben's mouth as he surveyed his hands,and actually his entire exterior covered in dough and flour.
Also, I'm running out of stories to tell, as Ben needs to hear one at least every ten minutes, so I ended up trying to tell the story of "The Princess and the Pea." He promptly ended my storytelling with the line " So the princess peed in her buksers." Brilliant, your an idiot, lol!
Thirdly;... (this was not a high point, let me forklære, but it was memorable.)
I got my first parking ticket! Yes, I am ashamed, but only in Norway can you get a ticket that says "1 hour and therein", be ten minutes late and get fined 600k. *Sighs* New Zealand is fast becoming a distant dream.
But, now I feel terrible for mocking Norway so much. It is a very good country really, and many people are very grateful for the brown cheese, nugatti, fish balls and Vikings.
So here is a little mock on England, which is absolutely true, making it all the funnier!
Also, I'm running out of stories to tell, as Ben needs to hear one at least every ten minutes, so I ended up trying to tell the story of "The Princess and the Pea." He promptly ended my storytelling with the line " So the princess peed in her buksers." Brilliant, your an idiot, lol!
Thirdly;... (this was not a high point, let me forklære, but it was memorable.)
I got my first parking ticket! Yes, I am ashamed, but only in Norway can you get a ticket that says "1 hour and therein", be ten minutes late and get fined 600k. *Sighs* New Zealand is fast becoming a distant dream.
But, now I feel terrible for mocking Norway so much. It is a very good country really, and many people are very grateful for the brown cheese, nugatti, fish balls and Vikings.
So here is a little mock on England, which is absolutely true, making it all the funnier!
Being British is about driving in a German car to an Irish pub for a Belgian beer, then travelling home, grabbing an Indian curry or a Turkish kebab on the way, to sit on Swedish furniture and watch American shows on a Japanese TV. And the most British thing of all? Suspicion of anything foreign.
Oh and...... Only in Britain... can a pizza get to your house faster than an ambulance.
Only in Britain... do supermarkets make sick people walk all the way to the back of the shop to get their prescriptions while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.
Only in Britain.. do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries and a DIET coke.
Only in Britain... do banks leave both doors open and chain the pens to the counters.
Only in Britain.. do we leave cars worth thousands of pounds on the drive and lock our junk and cheap lawn mower in the garage.
31 Brits have died since 1996 by watering their Christmas tree while the fairy lights were plugged in.
18 Brits had serious burns in 2000 trying on a new jumper with a lit cigarette in their mouth.
A massive 543 Brits were admitted to A&E in the last two years after opening bottles of beer with their teeth.
I am proud to be British! (We might be British but heck we're funny!!)
Although I would love to, I cannot claim to have written that. The end. Don't forget to leave a comment please.

5 comments:
Hey Hey! haha, yepp those muslim men were worth writing about..hilarious!! we should do something cool soon, hehe dosent seem like ur having the greatest time here in Horten..kremt kremt.
Ha en nydelig dag.
Vi snakkes.. Love Sofie
Laurie..
Love your quotes from Jane Austen (I'm referring to your wedding article)...I'm also glad to hear you're handling numerous humorous hours in Horten...sorry I couldn't help that... TTFN Michelle
Hey Laura..
I love your three little memories especially Bens 'so the princess peed in her buksers?' hahaha ican just imagine him saying that with his serious little monkeyface!actually you scare me a bit cos you re mind me of myself-as in small pleasures of life suddenly becoming very funny and everything u can write about! the only difference is-im a mum wit 2 kids..and your a single gal..so i think you shouldnt stay there for too long..you should go out an get more excting stuff to write about! Not that it doesnt make a very entertaining read..heck u know what im trying to say!
Anyway..dont stop with your little anecdotes..and your doing an excellent job with nick..thats the main thing after alls said and done..to be someone who excels in what ever you do-be it totally Mondane or a once in a life time experience!
Lots of love, missing u all loads,
Jo x
Laura i am shocked and grieved at you un-patriotism!! shame on you
by the way whats buskers, the princess pead in her buskers???
this is a very you website, no -one elso but you could write this waffle, hehehe don't worry its amusing
but anyway hope your ok, im going to holand to stay with jill for a bit, me and doz!!
check out an angel on youtube its sane by a boy called Declan galbraith its awesome, stick with it to the end, teh end is the best bit!!
anyway im waffling, so pip pip lots of love x-x-x
Good for you that small amusing memorable moments in your life suffice ... you can't have more fun then you make yourself, remember.
And, if you wondered, they do chain the pens to the counters in Norwegian banks also (some people have a deep, sick need for drawing mustaches on accidentally passing people, that's why)
Yes, I am still reading your blog, despite no updates for a looong time. Normally I give up blogs if they've been in-active for a 3-4 days.
Good luck, and don't be afraid to be wearisomly verbose or too long-winded, that is what blogging is about.
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