Shit happens…

Anna aka Spidergirl on the cargo nets at KU.BE

Ah, well, this is awkward. A whole month seems to have passed since I managed to write a blog post. You see, I have this slightly strange habit of composing blog posts in my head, as I cycle through the icy chill on the school run. Since I’d probably (OK, definitely) get some funny looks if I tried to dictate this garbled prose into my phone en route, clearly in my head is where these poor blog posts stay. Some might argue the internet is all the better for it.

Still, since this blog is, after all, meant mainly as a way to document our time here in Copenhagen, and since perfect is the enemy of done (or something pithy like that), I am just going to make this one rambling list of stuff that I need to get out of my head so that there more room in there for kittens, or something.

And so, in no real semblance of order, here is a bunch of shit that happened. Feel free to go off now and make a nice cup of tea and watch EastEnders instead…

Trump: despite me hoping with every fibre of my being that this was all a really really bad dream, the vile Cheeto is still infecting much of my waking thoughts and energies. Quite a few women (and men) were similarly so offended by his awfulness that a few million of them took to the streets to demonstrate. There was a smallish (about 5,000) march in Copenhagen, which I dithered about going to right up until the last minute (Steve was flying off to Tokyo, so it meant I would have to drag the small people out in the cold). Eventually I decided that I really needed to buck up my ideas, so with a flask of hot chocolate and plenty of Haribo to bribe the kids, I packed them into the Nihola and off we went. We didn’t manage to last the whole route, but I’m glad we went. My sign really wasn’t clever or witty, but I did colour in really, really neatly, so A* for me.

Grump: last week we received a polite letter (in Danish, Google to the rescue again) from the downstairs neighbours complaining that our children are too noisy, clattering about on the wooden floorboards. Complaining about noise in apartments seems to be a given in Copenhagen. Since then I have been telling them to ‘shush’ (the kids, not the neighbours) about 65 times a day. Just one of the many things to adjust to in apartment living. I miss carpets…

Snow: still something of a novelty for us. Our first snowfall several weeks back only lasted just over a day before it melted. This time it has been here all week, long enough for some amateur sledging (yeay). Copenhagen cyclists are hardcore, and will cycle even in blizzards and subzero temperatures – in fact, since traffic (and buses) get very busy when it snows, cycling can often be a much quicker way of travelling. I wimped out on a few school runs and took the bus. Hey, I’m still acclimatising here.

Anna, clearly enjoying the snow…hmmm

When is a D not a D?: when it’s in the middle of a Danish word….I started my Danish classes just over a week ago (free, and funded by the government, like so many things here). I love learning a new language, but it’s a serious commitment to go out at 7pm two evenings a week, cycle 25 minutes each way in the freezing cold, and get home after 10pm. Still, it has definitely helped me to focus on learning the language, especially pronunciation, which is fiendishly hard. Take, for one example, the word ‘hedder’ (as in ‘Hvad hedder du?’ or ‘What is your name?’) which is actually pronounced more like ‘heller’, except with your tongue behind your lower front teeth instead of your upper front teeth. Or ‘hundrede’ – which, yes you guessed it, is one hundred, except you pronounce it ‘hun-l’. Such fun!

Fun, KU.BEd: Since I really should end on a high point, here’s another awesome place that we have been to a couple of times. KU.BE, in Frederiksberg

Fun with concrete and nets at KU.BE

If you are visiting Copenhagen with kids, I can definitely recommend a visit, for five reasons. 1: it’s free – always high on my list of priorities right now; 2: it is indoors, and therefore warm and dry, also a major bonus; 3: there is a brilliant cafe on the ground floor, but also a seating area where you can bring and eat your own food if you are a) skint (see 1) and b) your children are fussy, like mine; 4: it looks achingly cool; 5: it will keep your kids entertained for hours – cool polished concrete chutes, climbing walls, mini trampolines, a silver slide that goes from the first to ground floor, huge cargo nets for climbing up and over, enclosed grid-shaped mazes and even an indoor race-track. Oh, and there’s a library in there somewhere. And apparently they host gigs, not that I have made it there for one yet. It’s a 5 minute walk from Flintholm Metro. You’re welcome.

Hej, hej.




  1. Your dad has just alerted me to your blogs Emma. They’re great. Please sign me up.
    Hilary Orrom
    (Neighbours from your earliest, Grennell Road, days – 😊)

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