I'm Wilma. Girl. No dragon tattoo. I love theatre, fashion, music that makes me orgasm and taking pictures. I have split myself between three places (London-Stockholm-Tallinn), but my current hub is Tallinn. Wherever my circus goes, there's always a party. If the party does end, I watch cat videos and blog about it all. Check out my yearly summaries below to get to know me a bit better. If you have any questions: hemafruu@gmail.com.

Wednesday, April 02, 2014

Estonian invasion in Glasgow.

From Oslo I flew to Edinburgh. 
Scotland welcomed me with heavy winds, which made it difficult for the plane to approach the airport. No joke, the procedure of landing was worth the clapping and fanfares in the end. Safe and sound, yet I missed my coach to Glasgow and couldn't reach Charlie by phone. Everything had started with an epic chaos, however the moment I stepped off from the bus and saw Charlie's face I jumped for joy! He was planning to send out a search squad for me, while waiting almost an hour at the coach station, but all is well that ends well. 
Reunited once again with Charlie - cannot even describe how good it felt. 
Despite the fact that I arrived late at night and was rather tired, Charlie and I stayed awake some hours to discuss what had happened since the last time we met. And A LOT had happened. We had moved away from Sweden, our significant others had changed their countries of residency, yet Destiny's Child was still the greatest band on Earth.
(sentimental alert throughout this post = "That's not a tear, I've got something in my eye")



The next morning I had a proper cup of tea, from my grandfather's mug, which I gave to Charlie in Stockholm, he took it with to Scotland. Felt just like home!
Later on we walked around a bit and of course I from snowy Siberia had to take picture of the daffodils:



We had come a long way since we last saw each other. Charlie and Krissu had become Charles and Kristel, who started off their day rather intellectually - we went to see the Hunterian Art Gallery. 

This picture is the most Scottish it could ever be, guess it's only missing Irn-Bru.


Since Charlie had to attend lectures at a uni, I had a few hour before my partner in crime Ott arrived from Mordor. First things first, I went to M&S and bought a delicious prawn sandwich.

When I found out about Scotland's famous 'cone head sculpture', I fell in love with Glasgow even more. 
Who didn't love this film back in the golden '90s:


BLUE SKY, I repeat, BLUE SKY!
Nevertheless it was raining again in a few minutes:


Once again we ended up at the coach station together with Charlie, however it was Ott's turn to arrive. 
Massive Estonian invasion had begun.
Naturally we took him straight to the kitchen (pure love).
"What's cooking, good looking?"


Charlie and the midgets:


"Friends" series 2, episode Glasgow:



No time to sit at home, whisky pub awaits! 

After seeing this picture my boyfriend became the most jealous he has ever been, I guess this he considers "cheating":


Even more merry Scots came to join us.
Here Calum shows Ott the liquid dinner, the meaning of life.
And Charlie just remembered the alcohol prices in Sweden:


Joyful pirates, one step away from singing and dancing:


I guess you could tell that moving to Stockholm was one of the best decisions we ever made: 


Then we went on clubbing, since you need to dance when it's Claire's birthday!

 On the right is Ott's friend, who he took with him from Mordor. He got a new name 'the legend of Glasgow', since Frenchmen leave the club when lights are put on and annoying cleaning lady comes in.
Legend-dary!:



Megan, the magic lasagne maker (proof), cut her thumb off that day. Like literally. 
Anyways, she needed to dance the pain away and we helped her out. 


"Hi mom!"


We enjoyed ourselves to the max, however one moment I felt like "I. need. bed. now!". Maybe I was still on GMT+2 time? Luckily my super awesome drunk friend Ott took me home. Since I was sober, he had to take everything double, but in Ott I trust and we got home safe:


to be continued...

bonnie wee song:

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