I apologize for the delay, Ive come to realize my gaydar sucks..!! As if I didnt know that already but who has gaydars in Norway anyways? Do you even need gaydar in Norway, are there even ***** people living in Norway? Is the Norwegian king actually *****? Or even the queen? Well, I know that the secretary of finances is *****, but then the little ***** head running the culture department is definitely not ugh, I’m rambling again, must be my tender age, but important issues people, important issues!! Anyway, my gaydar has abandoned me yet again as theres this girl at work, and NO its not one of my patients, Oldie, although youd love to get all the juicy details on that one, wouldnt you and I’m such a wreck! So my thoughts have been there rather than on this story.. AND of course on Christmas and all its joy – HOPE YOU ALL HAD A GREAT HOLIDAY AND ALL THE BEST WISHES FOR A SAFE AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
Well, heres a shot at nothing..!

But first, the lessons!! Lesson number 3: all Norwegian babies are born with cross country skies attached to their little feet. Not a pretty sight through all the delivery rooms, epidurals go flying across the rooms. Ouch! Someones trying to modernise the winter sports mentality though, by entering the world wearing slalom skies, but those kids are just put away in the forest. Thatll teach them!!

This ones short, as I need to get on the wagon again Hope you enjoy!



Well, hi there missus, arent you just blooming?! Whats the occasion? Tina asked, trying to hide her underlying interest as to who might be visiting. The car in the drive way had peeked her curiosity together with noticing the stylish coat and winter boots stashed in the hallway. Tina had shed her jacket and pulled out her nurses journal before Hannah even got a chance to welcome her properly with one of her famous embraces.

Well, hold your horses there, dear child! Hannah laughed as she pulled Tina into her arms. She picked up on Tinas hidden enthusiasm and giggled to herself as she broke the embrace. The occasion is it seems like Ive got two of my favourite girls right here with me, sweety she said as she took Tina with her through the hallway and kitchen and into the living room. Bette was still snuggled onto the couch facing the fireplace her back against the kitchen door. Bette, honey, meet Tina Kennard, my very own and dear nurse, who is responsible for this remarkable recovery Hannah said as she shook her 92 year old body in a macarena, leaving marks in the wooden floors with her heels. Oh, Hannah, it’s all your doing! Tina said capturing the dancing queen in a hug.

Bette stood up and walked over to Tina, extending her hand. Nice to meet you Tina, I’ve heard so much about you. Actually, Bette felt she already knew Tina. She had almost considered taking up jealousy from hearing Hannah talk about Tina when Bette would come visit. But the fact was, Tina was a big part of Hannahs great recovery and besides, all of Hannahs stories had peaked Bettes curiosity.

Likewise said Tina taking Bettes hand in hers. Bette always came up in Tina and Hannahs conversations and from the way Hannah had been going on and on, Tina suspected her to be remarkable. But not nearly as remarkable as this.. She suddenly realised she was still holding on to Bettes hand, quickly withdrew it, feeling her cheeks flush.

So Hannah, how are you today? Tina trailed off taking her BP equipment out. Eh,
well.. I.. Hannah looked at Tina confused. The purpose of Tinas visits was never
really anything clinical, she had taken Hannahs pulse a few times, but she usually just did a check up to see if she needed any thing and of course shared a few cups of coffee and some cookies. Hannah saw Tinas reaction though and began catching up on her nervousness so she started rolling up her sleeve. Do you think the couple of brandies I had for lunch will show up on that thing, sweety? she giggled and pecked Tina on her warm pinkish cheeks. Now, grandma, let the nurse do her job.. Bette smiled encouragingly to Tina and went out to the kitchen to put the kettle back on. Oh, you can call me Tina.. Tina yelled out before thinking *****.. what did I.. how..? arghh I mean, nurse is so formal She felt her cheeks burn and clumsily began taking Hannahs blood pressure, Hannah all the while staring at her with a funny grin plastered across her face.. Tina began pumping as Bette came back into the room Sure, Tina it is Bette started pouring coffee as Tina continued pumping on Hannahs arm. So, you’re the one making grandma here dance, huh? Bette said smiling at Tina, feeling mesmerized by this blond nurse. Tina laughed Oh, you would know that she’s quite capable of taking up dancing all by her self.. she felt her self say flirtatiously what the *****?! she kept pumping.. Bette interrupted her thinking Ehm, it’s not supposed to be blue is it? Tina kept pumping Huh? The arm.. Tina looked down at Hannahs arm, it was turning blue *****!! Oh God, Hannah!!? Well it was beginning to feel a bit numb Hannah giggled as she rubbed her arm, still noticing Tinas reaction to Bette. God, I’m sorry Hannah, I’m so sorry I say we drop the BP, okay? Hannah smiled and gave Tina a hug No biggie, sweety Shell do that to you. The last sentence was just loud enough for Tina to barely hear and she felt her cheeks blush for at least the seventh time in the ten minutes she had spent in Midsummer eves avenue.

Tina swallowed hard