All good things come to an end, and the coldest winter in skåne for some years looks like it's on the wane tonight.
As a transplanted englishman well acquainted with rain and bone seeping dampness, the sub zero temperatures for the last two and a half months, have been a new and exciting pleasure. The other half, being of norlandic extraction has, of course, scoffed many times at the the locals and my child like pleasure at seeing it snow. Still, seeing the rain fall tonight and the snow turn distinctly slushy in town I can't help but feel a little sad.
It's amused and baffled me in equal measures to hear the locals whine about the snow. Malmö may be many things but it's unlikely to win any beauty contests. Like london, a dusting of snow really makes the place look pretty. That coupled with the lack of sunshine from october until december makes me yearn for the envitable move 'up north' to Hälsingland.
Still the SMHI is forecasting a category two storm saturday night (what ever that means), but the ten day MSN forecast, which I've become slightly fixated with, shows temperatures rising above zero next week.
On the plus note I laughed heartily at the local version of sweden's free commuter rag, also named 'metro'. In the sport section they have a metric evaluating Malmö's favourite son, Zlatan. Today's median Zlatlanometer is 2.5. What scale this equates to, and what empirical evidence was used to arrive at this judgement is totally beyond me.
Trevlig Helgan to anyone with nothing better to do than to read this,
A.
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