Author: Metropolitan Mum

The man in Grandma’s bed

The knock on the door must have fallen on deaf ears. Taking a deep breath, I push the handle down and step inside, prepared to be overwhelmed by the sweet smell of rotten flowers and stale air. ‘Hello Grandma.’ I bend down and wrap my arms around the old lady’s shoulders, resting my cheek against […]

I write like Ernest Hemingway

I write like Ernest Hemingway. Says website I write. Their innovative and technologically advanced analysis tool evaluates your writing style and gives a pretty *coughs*  accurate account of which famous writer you are comparable to. Ernest and me. Like two peas in a pod. Apart from my liking for rum cola, I am having a hard time figuring […]

Like a virgin (sprayed for the very first time)

When I first arrived in London, one sunny day in April 2005, three things struck me as far more bizarre than the usual craziness you’d expect from moving countries: Left-hand-traffic and its potential to provide for my untimely death. The diminutive effect on £550 if put towards a flatshare in Notting Hill. Streaky shades of […]

Pointlessly topless

Flipping through one of my favourite magazines, my attention got caught by the above image. I am not a prudish person. Still, I found myself wondering why exactly the model’s breast is exposed. I don’t mind people going topless at the beach if that’s what makes them happy. I don’t mind a bit of erotic […]

Where to live? – The Stockholm edition

Being a foreigner in Britain, the idea of leaving the country and returning to one of our many homelands isn’t one that is up for constant discussion, but it’s not completely out of question either. There is my husband’s native Sweden, my own birthplace Austria, Germany (the country we both grew up in) and Switzerland […]