“Is that Quincy Jones on the next table?” “No, looks nothing like him.” “Hang on, I’ll google him…..no, doesn’t look anything like him, but it must be him.” “It isn’t!” “It must be!” This...
Mum’s gone to Sweden: Living the life of luxury
We had planned to do lots of sightseeing from our final stop, Ystad. I had booked four nights in my splurge hotel of the fortnight, the Ystad Saltsjöbad, and it was so fabulous,...
Mum’s gone to Sweden: Where’s Wallander?
“Look! You can see our hotel at the end of the beach!” I piped up, simultaneously pausing the action as I pointed at the TV, “It’s just in the distance, a hundred yards from...