No, not me. I'm referring to Brucie.



Isn't he a handsome boy? He is such a little personality as well, strutting around the apartment, nibbling my books, nibbling the bed posts, drinking from the dog's bowl and generally brightening up our home. Lars-Göran makes noises about pesky Aussies invading his life, but I know he is really fond of both birds, but especially Bruce. I guess living in a household of all females, he needs some male bonding at times.

I'm having not so much a bad hair day as a bad hair month. It costs a bomb to have your hair cut in Sweden, so I try and have it done far less often than I used to back in Adelaide. It has taken me some time to find a hairdresser that I like and who doesn't charge millionaire's rates. I've been stretching out the cutting time, but now I need it badly. We also have a number of upcoming social events, so I thought it was a good time to make an appointment.

*Horror*

She's away in her homeland, Chile, for a holiday until March 9th! I'll have to hibernate under my hat until she gets back. I look like a shaggy dog at the moment. But at least I'm not having a bad hair day like this poor dog. Why do people do that to poodles?

And speaking of hats..... does this little number float your boat? I present you with the Chicken Viking Hat. I think it's very me, though I'm not too sure that pink is my colour. Maybe it could be yellow (sort of Tumeric Viking Chicken) or maybe orange (Tandoori Viking Chicken) or even black (Cajun Viking Chicken).

*Decisions, decisions*

When I decide on the colour, I shall have one to wear around town while humming the Immigrant Song from my last post. I don't think Lars-Göran is too keen to be seen with me dressed like that, but I think it's fabulous. You need a bit of colour and frivolity to make the long dark winter seem a little brighter. I am surprised that people here wear such dreary colours in winter. Where are the bright splashes of red, blue, purple etc. It's all black, grey and neutral tones that say I am invisible. Somehow, that's not my style and so I get stared at for my bright hats, scarves and jumpers. But I don't care.

It's still deep, deep snow around here. No place to sit and rest your weary legs.



It's not much better if you have a car.



Far, far better to be a warm, cosy dog.



I'm sure that when people talk about having a dog's life, they were not thinking of HRH Princess Lambi.