Ja, men har bodd litt rundt i verden. Barna har lært bishops av sin bosnisk-norske mor og arabisk da vi bodde i Marokko 2018-2021 (men alt glemt mye).

Jeg kan snakke norsk på ut- og innpust, jeg:)

My mother tongue is Norwegian, and it’s the language we speak at home. However, I get up next to the Swedish border and watched a lot of Swedish TV and went shopping there, even studied there a year, so it’s also quasi native. As is English, with Scottish & American family. (My American uncle had lived in states for 60 years, his Norwegian is atrocious.). Since 2009, I have lived in five different countries, only two years in Norway, and spoken mostly English and French with some Danish, German, Arabic, Czech, Bosnian.

I used to be a writer, but now my Norwegian is a mess and I haven’t got one language I can call my own.

Well, I didn’t, as the teachers all spoke both my languages (Norwegian and English), but my kids do it all the time, with me and at school: they go to an international school (English/French) and often use Norwegian or Bosnian or even smatterings of Arabic just to mix things up, depending of who they want to understand.

Bach. Both easy to listen to and a never ending trove of new discoveries. Emotional and yet silly. Spiritual even for an atheist. Simple yet cerebral. Occasionally melancholy yet always life affirming. Rule bound, yet jazzy.

Obsidian.

Eat two litres. Toilet. Take two pills. Eat two litres. Not toilet.

Coffee ice cream. Could eat litres at a time. Quit over and over, went shopping, came back with more litres.

Then I realised I was lactose intolerant.