
Returning from England - the realm of eternally late trains and silk-smooth beer; a haven for men with anoraks and plastic bags - I look into my suitcase and wonder what I can learn about myself from the things that I have taken the trouble of bringing back to Finland. All wrapped in plastic bags.
Item: six-pack of salt and vinegar crisps
Item: Branston pickle
Item: lime marmalade
Item: six sticks of Blackpool rock
Item: toy fireman's helmet
Item: collection of old photo albums
Item: Olbas oil, pastilles, and inhaler
Item: Marina Lewycka novel 'A Short History of Tractors in Ukrainian'
Oh dear. Stop the analysis there. I don't want to know.
3 comments:
hey kanikoski, that should be in travel guide books - 'a haven for men with anoracs and plastic bags' - a perfect description of britain! happy and healthy new year to you when it comes, am assuming that you are blocked up hence the olbas purchases...
Hi nmj, and a very happy and fulfilling new year to you, too. No, I'm not blocked up, fortunately. Just optimistically looking forward to a Nordic January....
Ooh, olbas oil. That rings a faint bell in my old woman' memory, I did live in Britain once upon a time. I must've used it, but I can't quite recall what/how it was. Kani, show me...
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