Merry pagan winter festival to all, and a happy 2007.
Here in the globally warmed Sweden, winter is still not present, sadly. Just watched my brother spreading his wisdom from the morning TV news show sofa. He's an expert on the Somalian conflict, which has recently flared up again.
We're preparing for a visit from a large band of Brits out to experience a proper white Christmas with sleigh rides and reindeer wandering the streets. Instead they'll be greeted by a November evening in Skegness.
On the home front we heard back from the insurers, who unsurprisingly said that unfortunately they will have nothing whatsoever to do with us, given the unjustifiable risk we represent. It really is amusing in a sad sort of way. We got sent lots of forms to explain and expand on our life style. The questions they ask betray a worrying lack of understanding. Statistically, the most risky thing that we do is driving a car. Second most risky thing, off-piste skiing for me, and horse riding for Sarah, distantly followed by climbing and diving. They didn't even ask about skiing. It's well-known that climbing is to insurers what the red rag is to a bull. This is curious, since the accident statistics presumably can be read by the insurers, as well as me.
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Random musings about climbing, politics, running and other stuff, by an expatriate Swede in the UK
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He sounds like he knows what he's talking about, I obviously have no idea what he's on about though.
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