Author: Metropolitan Mum

Apples and pears

Someone asked me the other day how living in Sweden compared to living in London. Well, it doesn’t. Hence the title. I guess my life here brought out a part of my personality that I thought might exist, but wasn’t entirely sure about. Tending to fruit trees and preserving pears has not really been on […]

Winter is coming

When nocturnal temperatures drop into single digits before the middle of September, you might be understood to ask yourself ‘What the hell am I doing here?!’ London weather is by no means comparable to the Caribbean, but compared to what we get up here, it looks pretty balmy.

So this is the end

I guess it’s been a long time coming: I’m closing down this blog. Yoga has taken over my life – or at least the part that was reserved for blog writing, blog reading and stalking people on twitter. I still write. Not here, but here.

Monty, oh Monty

“Among the things made by man, nothing is prettier than an English cottage garden, and they often teach lessons that ‘great’ gardeners should learn.” William Robinson, “The English Flower Garden,” London 1883 It’s official. I am old. I’ve got a crush on Monty Don! In a desperate attempt to turn the mud pit in our backyard […]

B is for being beat

We did it. After almost two years of planning, building and waiting, waiting, waiting, we finally moved into our new house a couple of weeks ago. Being at home again, after moving from one temporary place to another (and another, and another) during the past 18 months, my body has taken the cue and has shut down. […]