Saved by the Veruca
I love it!
As Norwegians head to their cabins, we enjoy peace and calm, the antithesis to the daily school run, here in Oslo. But that doesn’t mean life gets boring around here. Oh no! This week alone we’ve done the library, Smart Club (supermarket with supervised play area), the Norwegian Science and Technology Museum, the playground in Sandvika, and the one at the local school. Phew! If it weren’t for Caoilin’s veruca (we’re treating it but so far have had a failure rate of 100%), I’d have had the pleasure of taking them to the swimming pool too. Imagine how sad I was to pack away the 10-year old swimsuit I had dragged out for the occasion when an attack of conscience over spreading plantar warts at the very pool where she had picked one up during school swimming lessons, scuppered our plans. It was like a reprieve from death row.
Even just sitting and looking out the window around here brings excitement. One of the deer has started regular visits and last night we watched the local riding school try round-up their escaped horses and ponies. And can you see how many shades of green there are? Deadly (as a ten-year old might say, back home).