Spook and Morgue need our help.

Hi guys! 🙂

I’m sharing the video made by Spook, daughter of Morgueticia from Take A Ride On My Moodswing

. They are in a very difficult life and financial situation, and as a result, Spook has never been on a vacation, which I think is a real shame that it has to be so! So she has created a fundraiser, and is asking people for donations, so that, with our help, she can finally make this little dream – that so many of us so often take for granted – come true.

I know there are all great people reading my mishmashy scribbles, (you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t great), so I also know they can count on your help. If you can’t donate anything at all, please share the video so that more people know, on social media or on your blog or where you can. Here’s Spook:

Question of the day.

When was the last time you went on vacation? Where did you go?

My answer:

Oh, that was soo so brilliant! It was last year. Last summer, in July. I went to Stockholm. It was something that I dreamt of for years, and my Dad promised me many times that this time we’ll go to Sweden in summer for sure, and finally it came true last year. Sweden is among my favourite countries and I love Swedish language and Swedish people and so I’m always happy to speak Swedish to someone if I can practice, so I always wanted to go to Sweden. However, when it finally became a real and very close possibility, it started to feel also very scary. ‘Cause, you know, I’d have to be a translator for three people, in a way I’d have to be in charge of things ’cause I am the one in our family who speaks Swedish and English. And if you’re a sociophobic, it’s quite a scary prospect. Plus, I was also terrified about how we’re gonna get there. Because of my other anxieties, my labyrinthum not always working as it should and othere stuff, flying or sailing feels rather challenging, I get dizy and motion sickand stuff and it’s just tough. So, I think I was twice as scared as I was happy. What if it won’t go well? I wouldn’t like to have bad memories from one of my favourite places in the world. I felt like if my dreams are going to turn into a disappointment, if my anxieties will kick in, I’d better not go anywhere and just leave Sweden and all in the sphere of my dreams. But I still knew I’m gonna go there, because it felt even more awful if I missed on such a chance. And, yeah, it was tough. Very tough and exhausting. But it also was brilliant, as I said. And very, very rewarding. Sometimes as I think about it I wonder how I actually did it – all that talking and smalltalking to people, even very random people, but somehow I did. I’ve improved my Swedish, was able to use some English, and even my little rusty bits of Finnish, and get in some more Finnish, as I’ve met a woman from Finland. I’ve also fully realised something I’d only supposed before, that I’m that little bit more confident and comfortable talking to people when I do it in other languages, I guess because my willing to use it, to improve it and have contact with it is that little bit stronger than my anxiety. That’s weird, the more that Polish is also one of my favourite tongues obviously, but there’s nothing you can work on with your mother tongue, is there? And I’ve read somewhere recently that it’s common that people are more extroverted in their second, third, etc. language just because if they want to develop it, they need to communicate more.

I visited my crush Cornelis Vreeswijk’s grave, which was a very emotional event for me, we visited his park, we’d seen lots of beautiful views and historical places in the old town, ate yummy food, even tried salted caramel, which we didn’t like, but which was a funny experience. And man I’ve never eaten even half as yummy icecream as I did in the old town. I also visited a shop with minerals and extended my collection of gem stones with quite a few new ones from different countries around the world, and had a chat with the shop owner, even though he was from Scania, and I’m usually not that good at understanding the Scanian, but there’s always English, and somehow we got along. And I also have lots of other lovely souvenirs from Stockholm, like many books for children in Swedish – oh gosh I had so much scanning, I will think twice next time before I’ll ever again have a desire to buy a half of a bookshop. And the only thing I regret – well apart from those loads of scanning afterwards – is that we haven’t seen more of Sweden during that time, just Stockholm and nearby areas, and still not the whole Stockholm, we’d been there just for a week. I just enjoyed it so much. And, guess what? There is a slight chance I’ll go to Sweden this year too. There are always discounts on ferries to Sweden in summer so lots of people go even just for a little ferry trip to Karlskrona if nothing more. My feelings about that are very, very mixed, but deep down I know I’d love it.

How about your last vacation? Did you like it? 🙂

Question of the day.

If you could have a vacation home in any place in the world, where would it be?

My answer:

Somewhere in the UK. Somewhere in the country or a small town, I guess. Somewhere close to the nature, where it’s calmly and quietly. I’d like to have a beautiful, big house and live there during vacation with my Mum, she could arrange it as she’d like. I’d love if there was a lot of nice views, so she’d be happy, she loves Britain, she loves nature and she loves beautifying the space around her. She watches all the episodes of that series about people buying new houses for themselves in the UK, I don’t remember how it’s called, I like it a lot too. She says she’d love to live there and I’d love too. Ideally, it would be brilliant if the place where we’d live had some Celtic connections so my fascinations would be quenched. 😀 I’d love to live somewhere in Wales, particularly in the north, we could have both the sea and mountains at our doorstep, and there is so much beautiful things to see, and so much Celtic stuff, and Welsh language, and northern accents – in both Welsh and English – is so fascinating and sexy, I love southern too, but northern a little bit more, probably because of my crush as always in such situations. 😀 Or it would be really cool to live in Cornwall. My pen pal Louisa with whom I don’t write anymore, but we used to a lot, told me a lot about Cornwall, and made me feel like it’s a place for me, it sounds so magically and beautifully, although she says it’s boring and she’d rather live in Spain. 😀 Well most people say it’s boring where they live, as the grass is always greener… for most of people, but somehow I don’t feel it’s boring here where I live, it’s also a very beautiful place. ALthough I’d love to see Cornwall, especially the areas near Falmouth. Then another place I could willingly live in during vacation would be Scotland. Particularly I have some liking for Skye Isle. I love the whole Scotland A LOT, but Skye Island is particular for me for many reasons. Plus my friend Jock lives there. We aren’t in a regular contact now, but he used to teach me some basics of Scottish Gaelic and Scots years ago and we’ve got along very well. Another place I don’t know that well, but am very interested in is Isle Of Man. It is one of my favourite places in the world, but, in comparison to my other favourite places in the world, I know very little about it. Nevertheless I have an inkling that if I could live there for a while, I would love it. How could I not love an isle that was under the influence of both Vikings and Celts and that speaks one of my most favourite languages – Manx? Well, two of my favourite languages, but English is everywhere. So I think it’d be cool to have a vacation home.

Where yours would be?