Author: Metropolitan Mum

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 […]

Undoubtedly doubtful

Hey, it’s me. Look further down. I am right down here, in the little hole. Duvet over my head, tin of biscuits in front of me, crap TV switched on. With the manuscript finished, my main goal has been accomplished. And where I thought I’d be drifting on cloud number nine for a little while, […]

A rock’n royal wedding

Once upon a time, there was a prince, a very patient girl and a wedding date. The patient girl was said to have waited so long for her prince to pop the question, that once she had properly ball-and-chained the chap, she decided to let her hair down big time. As soon as the pressure […]

The art of idling

There’s doing nothing (i.e. killing time with bad TV, putting on a wash, submitting a Tesco online order) and there’s doing nothing (i.e. having a cup of tea, putting your feet up, reading a book). For the latter, there’s the Idler Academy. Nestled into a quiet side bend at the east end of Westbourne Park […]