You know your Danish lesson aren't going well...

...When you don't leave work till they're 20 minutes off finishing :(

National film festival, Denmark

Friends of ours from Melbourne have their film, The Home Song Stories screening at the National Film Festival this weekend. It's on Saturday and Sunday nights (5 & 6 April) at 2130 at Park Bio and Dagmar respectively. There's so many films screening, I'm not sure what else to see!

By the way...

The last three left - Martin, Laura and Heidi were all extremely talented. But I have to say, I found myself wanting the runner up to Martin, Laura, to win.

Goodbye X Factor

Well, it's over and I missed the finale... I forgot and went out to dinner instead. Friends in Melbourne will laugh because I am renowned for loathing all these 'idol' shows BUT, I have to say, I really liked the three judges here and was particularly impressed by how they came on stage when eviction (?) night was held for one of the final three to support the two up for the big goodbye.

Gosh, what's got into to me? I'm worried I'll be watching Big Brother next...

Visual overview of some of this week

Okay here's a bit of the week. A quick flick of Hamish having a ball in the snow on Monday and the flowers I bought yesterday. I think I've only ever bought flowers for myself once before - when I was selling my first house and there was an "open for inspection" (I couldn't bake bread). But, seeing we have not one picture on the wall, I thought these tulips might brighten the place up. The woman at F'berg Centret who sold them to me spoke three words -
'Hej' and 'Hej, hej'. (She was busy on the telephone organising what she was going to do last night with a friend. From what I could understand, they were thinking about going to a restaurant but not sure which.) :)

Chapter 9

Yep, I’m up to Chapter 9 of the must-read Danish bestseller, “Tempo 1, Taleserier till danskuddannelse 3, Modul 1 begyndere” by Kirsten Gelbek. It’s a bit of a mouthful, I know, but it’s an imperative component to life for those of us intent on becoming the next Peter Høeg, (don’t ask me for the publication date, you will be immensely disappointed).

Oh g-d. I just wish I could just whack it under my Jysk, feather pillow (DKR 80 on special a couple of months ago) and have it seep into my head. Having been here in the 80’s and having also studied Swedish for three years at university back then, one would think I would have picked Danish up in a flash – but no. I laboriously write out every new group of words, slavishly copy and re-write them till they have somewhat stuck into my shrivelling grey matter. There they stay for 8 days and seventeen and a half hours.

I’m beginning to tire of the protagonist Jensen family. I want Per’s bus to breakdown, menopause to hit Anne, Jan to turn into a Norrebro delinquent and Lise to come out as a lesbian.

Arghhh. It’s Sunday. I just want to walk the dog and relax.

When’s the next public holiday? ☺

Now you know why I'm so happy!!

It’s now official. I live in the happiest nation on Earth. Yippee! That’s right. Out of all the countries in the world, and after a ten-year global survey, Danes have been voted the happiest people on the planet. (Retrenchments and what seems to be a global economic down-turn aside).

I can say, after only a short time here, I can see why. Despite paying a tax level that would send the average Australia (or American) into an instant coma, I think it comes down to the fact Danes aren’t as wrapped up in materialism as most of the rest of us in the West.

But, here we have it. It’s official. Danes are the happiest people on Earth. Which, doesn’t really explain to me why every, and I mean every, Dane I meet says, “Why did you move to Denmark?”