In my goodie bag exchange - which I most probably will write more about later, since I feel all giddy and starry eyed-five-year-old-on-Christmas-Eve after unwrapping its wonderful, wonderful contents - was also one item of hedgehog. The soft kind. The squeaker toy kind. For one hairy loafdoggie.
I'm far from certain it was the most brilliant of ideas, from my poor ears point of view. One loaf extraordinaire on the other hand has found a new bestest friend. A friend that he protects with every fierce fibre of his muscular, rotund little loaf dog body.
To summarize this evening; human ears not very happy, poor hedgehog probably not too content with the welcome to Sweden-committee, one loaf doggie extraordinaire more than extremely pleased with choice of gift ~
After a long drive up to Edinburgh, during which we hadn't stopped for dinner, it was pretty late and we were craving nourishment. The friendly proprietor of the lovely B&B we had chosen pointed us down the street to a small hotel situated in this pretty residential area. She promised us that we wouldn't be disappointed.
I find that one of many good things about staying at B&B's in Scotland and England are that the proprietors' tips on food and restaurants are with few exceptions really very good, and as it turned out this place wasn't one of those exceptions.
Hotel Ceilidh-Donia was not only a pretty Victorian building but one with a friendly, relaxed ambiance and accommodating staff - including two adorable golden retrievers, that would be completely out of question due to health regulations at a Swedish hotel, sigh... -, even though we were late and hadn't booked a table. Since it was a lovely, warm evening we decided to have our dinner outside in the secluded garden area.
Cider first, then a look at the menu which offered various vegetarian dishes - places with such good judgment are of course always top notch establishments - since I missed my carrots and my beetroots at home I opted for the goat's cheese, beetroot and caramelized walnuts salad. It was an absolute spot on mmm-choice.
I'm no fan of goat's cheese in general, but this teamed up so very, very well with the beetroots, the rest of the carefully prepared salad - although less, much less of rocket please - and the delicious bits of caramelized walnuts. Oh what a great detail those were!
For dessert I had a nice sticky Highland toffee pudding - yes, I do like my sticky toffee pieces when on holiday in the British isles -
and M had a creme brulee, which was of course nothing remotely close to the heavenly sinful one but it made for a pretty picture at least.
A meal that was really lovely round off to a day spent too much in the car and an equally lovely this time around first food encounter of the Edinburgh kind. Needless to say I very much recommend a visit if hungry and in the vicinity of 14-16 Marchhall Crescent, Edinburgh, Scotland, that's where you'll find Hotel Ceilidh-Donia
Time flies, only a few months back there was blogpost number 900 in the World According to Undersigned, it almost coincided with the three years' blogoversary. And hey presto, now it's already number 1003!
Number 1000 turned out quite befittingly to be another special day (something I didn't realize until a few days after the fact). So the blogpost was kind of celebrated, even if not by own merits. Dear blog with posts, the above cake (which was absolutely delicious) was eaten also in celebration of you reaching the 1000 post mark. I hope you had the best of days.
Now over to another day of celebrating the colour red ~
Money from October sold products in the pink lingonberry rose series contributes to breast cancer reasearch.
Most of the six major fragrance families comes in soap, body butter, body lotion, bath salt, shower gel and body splash. Some also comes in the shape of scented candle, shampoo and conditioner, travel kit, body scrub and perfume.
Not the cheapest of brands perhaps, though right up my alley as far as quality and philosophy go. The only product I have my serious doubts about, hence haven't invested in, are the body splashes. Measly bottles and the scent seems flighty. When it comes to splashes for body nothing whatsoever seems to beat the Bath & Body Works ones, neither in quality nor price...
The company is blessed with a gorgeous website which I'm totally infatuated by. Inexplicably only in Swedish though, but even if one can't read the text it's just a very pretty place to be - head there if you want to experience something relaxingly lovely (and have an interesting read in Swedish). Don't forget to have the sound on. Click on "Våra produkter" and then on the different fragrance families to get some really sweet glimpses of the perfect Swedish summer, nature and countryside.
I like my place in the sun, I like my grass, I like my fluffy pillow, but when it's the time of the year to turn back the clock I like my laundry basket best of all. It's comfy, secluded and of the perfect shape. I don't care one bit that some grumpy, old - yes, she is, add one year now - human complains about hairy laundry and the basket falling into pieces - huff and puff, she could have gotten a basket in a perfect shape from the beginning a k a Agnes-shaped. Hobbledehoy, away now, my nap time is far from over.
This weekend's Halloween edition of catblogging is kindly hosted by Amar and Luna at catsynth, head over there for the party, that is if you prefer action over sleeping ~
For cat lovers - especially LBC ones - which of course includes anyone human the least bit sane..., there's also a very interesting, and sad, read there, about black cats. Do read. And do appreciate cats, no matter what colour, as well as other animals, as the most amazing, loveable, adorable, quirky beings they are.
No pleasant *surprises* in the way of long weekend trips to an autumnal European city this year, but I'm still looking forward to a lovely day of being spoilt named October 25.
This is what became of the fifth primoriginals pendant and since this is most certainly (and strangely) a study of shiny, black Waldemar on wheels, showing off some of his many special skills, this necklace - as opposed to the previous two - is definitely staying.
Waldemar is completely content about such a wise decision.
So am I.
I'm all too well aware of the fact that this household suffers from a serious case of spectacle wearing book worming, but really, did that stupid human have to turn LBC, shiny perfect me into one unbelievably dorky looking four eyes? This is completely undignified and not even remotely acceptable. She even had the audacity to cackle. A lot. I'm seriously concerned about the sanity of this residence. Can't help but think that revenge is going to be both sweet and savoury, all at once.
For various reasons I'm not particularly fond of motorbikes or bikers. There's one exception to this non-fondness though. And that's when the bike is handled by a more senior citizen. Men and women in their past middle age are often of course more prudent and safe drivers, but what's most striking is that they always seem to be so happy and content to the fullest enjoying this way of using the roads. Having found something that brings them great joy and fulfillment.
I discovered these three very non-grumpy men the other day and managed to sneak a photo of them - I find the guy in brown leather and a fancy moustache going on to be rather adorable, in a father Christmas kind of way. He also sported a matching and very nice bike when it came to looks, whilst the other two drove something boringly modern, drab and plastic looking. Which made me come to this empirical and scientifically well supported, sound conclusion - matter of taste in the world of senior bikers is a fancy moustache thing.
