In a stew

Not quick enough, from Around Helsinki

Perjantaina me menimme Korkeasaarin kissojen yön.  Sää oli kylmä...

I am in a bit of a quandary*. I feel I should try to write more in Finnish to push my meagre Suomi language skills along - but if I do (on the blog at least) then two things will happen:

1. All the English speakers will wonder what on earth I am talking about (assuming it's untranslated); or should I say non-Finnish speakers, as it seems the vast majority speak better English than I'll ever manage with Finnish;
2. All the Finnish speakers will die of boredom from such exciting posts as Eilen minä menin kauppassa ja ostin... (Yesterday I went to the shops and I bought...)

I know I could always keep a separate Finnish journal, but blogging is more fun.  Of course the big assumption here is that anything I have previously written in English is interesting in the first place.

I was supposed to cook a 'traditional British sunday roast' today for Hiiri and Konna. I ended up cooking a stew instead, because ignoring a sense of foreboding I went to the local K-market, on Hiiri's insistence they did lots of cuts of meat their and of course they had nothing resembling a joint of beef, pork, lamb or a whole uncooked, un-marinated chicken that I could use. Quelle surpise. My fault for not considering that Hiiri has never had a British roast so wouldn't really know what I was after. Anyway, apparently there is a specialist butcher in Hakenemi, so next weekend...

Hmm, that ended up a 'I went to the shops and didn't buy...' post.  What was I saying about blogging the mundane?

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*Konna: no, no, no. I'm not in a big hole in the ground where stone is dug up from.