Happy St Patrick's Day
It's St Patrick's Day which, when you are living in Norway, is very much the same as any other day. Except you send the kids to school with badges on that say stuff like 'The World's Cutest Leprechaun' and wearing t-shirts with 'Irish Princess' printed across their chests. My youngest leprechaun is home sick, feeding his kids' television addiction, while Mummy erm works in her pyjamas and procrastinates on shoving the vacuum cleaner around the place.
Tonight though I will cast such domesticity aside, transfer the children and car seats to my husband at the school once Brownies and the piano lesson are done, and head off in my glad rags - something other than jeans and skipants that is - to fraternize with other members of the Irish diaspora at the Irish ambassador's residence.
Oh it's a glamourous life, to be sure, to be sure. Somehow I do not see diplomatic shindigs in my crystal ball for St Patrick's Day 2011. But then again by the end of today that could have changed too, as the ongoing saga of 'where the feck are we moving to' continues.