English/Swedish ‘pop round for coffee sometime’

There’s this misconception that the Swedes are very reserved. I mean, they kind of are, but once you’re past the first stage of polite tolerance of your very poor swedish, it’s another story.

However, there’s a slight communication/protocol issue that I’ve noticed. I’ll demonstrate, below.

English to English

Meg: “It’s been really nice to see you, you must come over for a cuppa some day.”
Joan: “Yeah, that would be lovely!”
Meg: “I’ll ping you a line on facebook or something.”
Joan: “Ok, great!”
…. some time later, a neutral meeting place
Meg (via facebook): “Hey, what are you up to? Was thinking of going to that coffee shop on the high street, if you want to meet up.”
Joan: “Oh yeah, great!”
… followed by, the first invite
Joan (via text): “hey, how’s it going?”
Meg: “Ok! What are you up to?”
Joan: “Not much”
Meg: “Hm – want to pop round for coffee after lunch?”
Joan: “Ooh yes that would be lovely!”
…which is then followed by the reciprocal invite:
Joan: “Hey, we’re at home today, if you want to pop over sometime?”
Meg: “Love to! What kind of time?”
Joan: “2ish?”
Meg: “Great!”

English and Swedish

Meg: “It’s been really nice to see you, you must come over for a cuppa some day.”
Anna: “Yeah, that would be lovely!”
Meg: “I’ll ping you a line on facebook or something.”
Anna: “Ok, great!”

… next day, on facebook
Anna: “Hey, are you in? Was thinking of coming over for that coffee.”
Meg (stunned): “Er, sure? Yes, would be lovely!”
Anna: “Shall we say 9?”
Meg: “Um, yes, I guess?”
… next week, by text
Meg: “How’s it going over there?”
Anna: “We’re good! Want to meet up for coffee? :)”
Meg (expecting invite over): “That would be nice! :)”
Anna: “Will you be in after 9?”
Meg: … “Yes, of course :)”

Now, after 4 years here, it as *finally* dawned on me that, while:

‘Meg’ is wondering why Anna is not inviting her for coffee at her home.

It is also true that

‘Anna’ is wondering why Meg has not asked to come over for coffee.


add_action save_post not working – check template!

well that’s it, really.

Since I *do* use & encounter different page templates between themes, *and* often add in custom meta boxes/fields, it seems likely  this will strike again!

Solution, thank flip, from James Kemp

In wp-includes/post.php on line 2940 (at the time of writing), this if/else is run whilst saving a post:

You will notice that, if there is an error with the template the function stops there and save_post is never called.,-How-Lovely-Bright

Co-incidentally, someone posted a link to this, by A E Housman

XVI: How Clear, How Lovely Bright

How clear, how lovely bright,
How beautiful to sight
Those beams of morning play;
How heaven laughs out with glee
Where, like a bird set free,
Up from the eastern sea
Soars the delightful day.

To-day I shall be strong,
No more shall yield to wrong,
Shall squander life no more;
Days lost, I know not how,
I shall retrieve them now;
Now I shall keep the vow
I never kept before.

Ensanguining the skies
How heavily it dies
Into the west away;
Past touch and sight and sound
Not further to be found,
How hopeless under ground
Falls the remorseful day.

More seriously.

I engaged (foolishly, perhaps) in an anti/pro hunt topic on a facebook post.

I stated my view, which is that any arguments for hunting with dogs for population control are invalid, because there are *far* better methods, so the only reason left to continue is bloodlust, which maybe they were proud of (in which case, there’s no argument. I think you’re a deranged killer, and so do you. Er, good?)

Anyway, in response, grown men posted trophy shots of themselves with their kills.

Which, I dunno. Were they trying to say I was right? Or meant to horrify me, maybe. They were either unwilling or not articulate enough to verbalise what they intended, so I’m not sure.


Whoo oo I’m a rambler

So, I’m in the shower, castigating myself for owning cats yet disapproving of hunting. I castigate myself a lot, and I also judge people badly for being hypocritical, not least myself. Previously, daughter, C., had been watching Nicke Nifiken (Curious George), and the theme tune had earwormed me.


God, I am such a hypocrite. But I can’t get rid of the cats, that would be awful and C. does love them. Have I shampood? Oh well, I’ll wash again. Although maybe I shouldn’t castigate myself, because really, being a hypocrite just means I am aspiring to be a better person than I am, and aspiration is good, right? I mean, otherwise there’d just be despair and stuff. Hm. Deep.


Hm, that is quite deep. God. I should share that.


Being a hypocrite sometimes means you just want to be a better person. There.

Hm. If only I were a drunk or a stoner, I could post Deep Thoughts like that all the time, and no one would think twice, but since I’m not I’ll have to give some context, or people will ask me if I’m okay. And I AM OKAY. I’m okay. No, really. Conditioner? God, I’d better not share this, the world will think I’m mad.

Hm, mad for sharing? Or mad for thinking to myself? I’m going to go with the first option. Hm, but why? Shame people have to be drunk to ramble. We should ramble more.