Feeling sick to the bone now...got a cold now and depending on the day, I will be plagued by various aches and pians on various parts of my body. Sometimes individually and worse times simultaneously. Coughing occasionally and today is backache constantly.
But a girl being a girl, one is almost NEVER to sick to shop. I was woken up by an intense pain in my lower back. It had been so intense that it managed to permeate into my dreams where I was transported back to my last work place and I couldn't walk cos I was suddenly wracked by a blinding pain in my lower back. That was why I woke up...crappers.
But I managed to overcome the pain with great help from lots of painkillers and being the 'dutiful' wife that I am, I cooked lunch for dear husband before he came home from work. He would have been mad at me if he knew I was cooking while in pain but since it was done, he wouldn't have much to say. That's how it usually works anyway. But I did have to take many intervals during the cooking to lie down.
But after lunch, as he had promised, husband dear took me to IKEA! Yay! We stopped by the mall first (double YAY!!) cos he wanted to go to the pharmacy but of cos we ended up looking at other things as well. even though there were good sales going on now, I didn't find anything I liked...ugh!
So going to IKEA was really fun. We had about SGD200 as a wedding gift to spend in IKEA from his aunt and went on looking to beautify or else buy essential things that changes a bachelor pad into a home fit for a family.
Since moving here, I realise somthing that unnerves me a little about the typical Swedish home. And the home of husband dear is not different. He is Swedish after all.
They like it dark..or as they prefer to call it, cosily dim. An entire home can be lit up in the darkness of a Swedish winter night by a small lamp (that I prefer to call a night light) on every window sill and the occasional tiny lamp by the sofa or in a corner. For a girl who likes it bright and loud, all this dimness freaks me out. How does one see what one eats and be able to effectively dodge all the nasty things one does not eat like onions?!? How does one read the wonderful words of a good book? And how the heck is a lady gonna dress up her face in the light of a 15 watt bulb?
The atrocity!
And now as I stare at the gorgeously bright ceiling light that I insisted we have in the living room, I feel contented and truly warmed by the rays of the 60 watt bulb (highest wattage they got here) that will accompany me in the darkness of a Swedish winter. Unlike all those other homes about us.
Strange...strange...