I have just had the best Easter! Honestly, the best one in sooo many years.

The previous years I have been working or been away and I have not been able to celebrate properly with holidays and all. So I am incredibly grateful that I could do that this time around.


I was supposed to take the train up to Glasgow from London Euston at 18:30 on Thursday. I went straight from work to Euston to catch my train. It was a MESS! I had booked my train for 18:30 and was at Euston at 18:15. Got to the train, all in good spirits. But when I got to the train their was a long queue to the platform. Which I have never seen before?

We stand there for a while and the clock is nearly 18:30 and is still not even allowed to get on the platform. And then we are getting told that we are not gonna fit on the train?

Stood there for a while and didn't know what was going on. The Euston crew finally takes everybody to another platform hoping we gonna fit on another train. It took us an hour but then finally we got on a train. We filled up 2,5 cars. That is a lot of people! How could so many people be overbooked? Anyway, we get to Glasgow 00:05, which is one hour later then I should have been, but heyho…


On Friday we wanted to go to Trossachs national park which is about 45 min/1h outside of Glasgow. So we hired a car to go there over the day. As I was the only one with a driver's license I was the driver all the way there and back. This was my first ever drive on the left (wrong) side of the road. OMG it was scary! But I had a good co-pilote so thank god for that.


We finally (after being lost for a while) got there and OMG what a beautiful place. I felt so grateful walking around in the nature and to hear the birds around us. We were supposed to walk to Loch Lomond, but we didn't find it. We ain't good enough hikers yet. But we will get there. I would LOVE to camp there one day.


Before we started walking we parked in a village called Aberfoyle. We parked and I did the most common mistake the first time you drive on the wrong side of the road: I touched another car with mine! The lady was upset but the man didn't care. It wasn't anything on the cars anyway. Thank fuck for that! MY GOD!

Aberfoyle was such a cute place. Beautiful stone houses, small roads, amazing nature and just dead calm. Just over 1 000 people lives there.


We found a little kitty friend on the way back. I cuddled her for a bit and came back to the car with a big fat swollen lip… I just need to look at a cat and my whole face swells up, haha.


On Saturday I left the car at the rental place with the help of R’s mum. I could not possible drive just by myself. Not yet at least.

I then took the bus (trains were not running) into the city centre of Glasgow and met up with Benjamin. Ben was my manager at Desigual and I have not seen him in years. It was so so lovely to see him and we were talking for about 3 hours before I needed to go and pick up R at work.

The rest of the weekend we chilled, eat food and sweets and drank a few pints before it was time to head back to London.

It was honestly a great, great time!



Är det ens möjligt att vara såhär trött? Verkligen inte hälsosamt. Tog bussen upp till Glasgow i fredags. 8 timmar i buss och vad jag tror blev 2 timmars sömn under hela turen. Sov några timmar när jag kom fram och sen sov vi okej mellan lördag och söndag. Och sen söndag samma sak igen. Bussen ner till London och nu sitter jag på kontoret och denna gång helt utan sömn…

Men vi hade en bra helg i Glasgow i alla fall. Såg UFC och gick på museum. Museet heter Summerlee “Summerlee Museum of Scottish Industrial Life“. Intressant. Man fick gå in i olika hus från olika årtionden och gick ner i en kolgruva för att se hur folk brukade jobba där nere. Så glad att man inte behövde jobba med det. Känner mig alltid sjukt tacksam när jag ser sådana arbeten. Där folk riskerade sina liv för inte alls så mycket med pengar. Och hur dom arbetade i mörker. Vi fick också se dom hissarna man använde. Fy stan. Tydligen så släppte man bara en broms och sen föll man fritt hela vägen ner innan någon drog i bromsen igen. Tydligen var det hissen som tog mer liv än nått annat där.

Men nu är jag tillbaka i London. Kommer åka hem direkt till min säng efter att jag är klar här. Ingen middag, inget packa upp. Bara direkt i säng.

Is it even possible to be more tired than I am just now? This is really not healthy. I took the bus up to Glasgow last Friday. 8h on a bus and I don't think I got more sleep then just 2 hours during the whole ride. I slept a few hours after I got to Glasgow and then I did sleep alright in between Saturday and Sunday. And on Sunday I did the same thing again, the 8h bus ride back to London, just this time it was worst. No sleep, not a single second.

But we had a good weekend in Glasgow. Watched UFC and went to a museum. The museum was called Summerlee and its a museum about Scottish Industrial Life. It was very interesting.

You could walk into different houses from different decades and we walked down a coal mine to see how people used to work down there. I am so glad that I don't need to work with that. I always feel so grateful when I see things like that. Those people risked their lives for their work and did really get paid enough to risk your life. And they worked in the dark and all. We also got to see one of the lifts they used to use. MY GOD. Apparently, they just realized a break and they just dropped down until someone used the break to stop it. So it was just a fall really. Apparently, this lift took more lives than anything else in this mines.

But now I am back in London. I am gonna go straight to my bed after finishing work. No dinner, no unpacking. Just sleep.

Greyfriars Kirkyard

Finally, after so many years of wanting to go to this place, I have finally been there. Greyfriars Kirkyard.

I am a lover of the Paranormal and so is R (thank god, haha) and after the tour yesterday we took a day time stroll in the Kirkyard. The gray Mausoleum below is the final resting place of Sir George Mackenzie and his family. This Mausoleum is world-famous for the Mackenzie Poltergeist stories.

Mackenzie was responsible for the deaths of 18,000 of his countrymen due to religion. For 300 years Mackenzie has been resting until one dark and stormy night in 1998, a homeless man, look for shelter from the storm broke into ‘Black Mausoleum’. Whilst in there, he fell trough the flor of the Mausoleum and on to the remains of Mackenzie body.

Ever since then they say that the Mackenzie Poltergeist has been roaming the Kyrkyard. You even have recorded happening such as scratchings, fainting and such. Actually, over 500 ghostly attacks have been reported by those visiting the tomb, most of them captured on photos.


On the picture below you can where the homeless man fell trough.


You can almost feel the history of this place lingering. Over 100,000 bodies are buried here.