Phyl's Blog

As promised, or threatened, on my previous breakdown of graduation traditions , the Danish student hat, or studenterhue, is such a legend th...

You can probably tell, I wasn't overly pleased with the arrival of my polling card just 45.5 hours before polls opened back in the UK. ...

I drove Anna to work on Saturday for 3pm. As I drove home, the sky took on an interesting shade of slate grey, and an impressive lightning b...

I left school in Scotland in 1985. If truth be told, I didn't particularly want to leave school at that point as, at 17, I felt too youn...

When I moved to Denmark, I registered as a resident but wasn't issued a residence card because I was an EU citizen. Two years later, tha...

  What a fucking joke! My ballot paper finally drops through my door at 10:41 on 2/7. Next uplift from the post office in the next town is 7...

I took this photo of Amaia the other week when we were down in Germany for the afternoon. It's very her; as you can see she becomes quit...

I could go on about the obvious whole first-past-the-post voting system that according to this interesting graph, published recently in the ...

For the past two or three years my husband has been having problems with his back and also some issues with arthritis, so it didn't stri...

Maybe I'm just slow, or naive, or dare I suggest too sweet at heart, but it has taken me a good number of days to realise I may have jum...

Thomas got the two of us those genealogy test things for Xmas as he thought it would be fun. He knew his dad was German, his mum Danish, but...

I'm not usually much of an anniversaries kind of person. If someone forgets my wedding anniversary, I'm not devastated. After all it...

Yesterday's post left me ruminating on the concept of equality, and its impact struck me more profoundly than I initially realised, ben...