Time after time

Recently, the time zones have been playing up. Sweden is traditionally one hour ahead of the UK, however due to a rent in the space/time continuum, Sweden is temporarily three days behind. Therefore I am not writing my Friday blog entry on Friday, you are just reading it on Monday.

Honest...

It's a very beautiful day in Sweden today. We had around half a metre of snow on Sunday with the result that I fell out of my house and into a large snowdrift this morning. I'm now in the office, but I am on to my third pair of socks of the day.

Our expansion plans are, well, going to plan, which is exciting. If things carry on as they are at the moment, we will have a presence across the globe before too long. In the mean time, Marianne experimented with dog charming...



Then the dog decided that it wasn't charming and got its own back on Marianne.



The flute that she's playing has an interesting history. Niklas was in a musical instrument shop when he happened to stand on it, hence it came into his ownership. It was completely squashed at one end, but he worked on it with a pair of pliers until it played naturals as well as flats.

We're currently working on the Bombadil website, generally updating the interface and adding an FAQ section. If you think it's lacking something, let us know.

In other news, the Bombadil dog currently smells like three-day-old kippers.

Posted by John

A dog's life

This week, everyone in my office has been running around like a headless chicken. Mmmm, chicken. I like chicken. I've been very sensibly sleeping most of the time. That's not to say I haven't been doing any work though; I barked at the postman once yesterday and twice today. I've been taking Sara for a walk in the evenings too. I'd be happy to snooze in my basket all evening, but if she wants to go out then I don't mind taking her. It's important to make sure that your humans get enough excercise, otherwise they can forget to buy delicious biscuits when they go shopping. Mmmm, I like biscuits.

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Why do dogs get involved when there are cats...

I am being rather philosophical today, perhaps because I am a bit upset. I was going to blog, but when I got to the computer there was a cat. A cat of all things. A horrible white cat. It did not even smell of white socks!


Why should I get involved, why should I write a blog when there are cats.... they get all the attention and all the cuddles.



But no more!

From now on dogs rule! Especially those in cute coats.

Good night from your gorgeous, in-control-blogger-dog Pixie

Dog blogging...

Yawn. Woof. So its my day to blog again. I'm very tired as I've spent all week dealing with a large pile of lamb bones left over from Sunday lunch. I've decided to give the biggest, juiciest one to Niklas. I've put it under a big pile of socks in his wardrobe for him. I hope he likes it.

I borrowed Marianne's credit card when she wasn't looking and ordered some doggy perfume online. It's called "Fromage de Chausette" and I think it smells great. It must be great because everyone keeps remarking on it. I need to smell good now I'm a TV star - I know I'm the only reason why anyone is watching the Bombadil videos.


I'm going back to sleep now.

Posted by Pixie the Bombadil Dog

Desk rotation

A nice reminder once again from my colleague John that it is Tuesday and my blogging day. I did remember, but it is always nice to be reminded. Only a pity that I had not yet published (or written) my blog so that I could prove that I had thought about it. But never mind, perhaps next week.

Today we had desk rotation. The usual policy is that employees move around the company trying out various tasks, but in our case it is not the employees but the desks that move around. Perhaps that is why John has attached an anchor to his.

I share an office with Niklas, who is particularly fond of his desk (a modern IKEA desk, I may add). I have an old antique desk, which I am also rather fond of, but it is not only impossible to get a matching one, but I also know that it would be difficult to make Niklas part with his desk. So, the answer is me getting one that matches his, and my desk finding a new home. John seems to like it, so he gets it and our accountant Lillemor gets his - if he is able to dislodge the anchor from it. I gather that a lot of you who have watched our vlogs think that we are horsing around all day and that musical desks would be an obvious leisure pursuit for us, but no. This is serious business! :-D

I am off to the stables now for a riding lesson, but hopefully I can put my new desk together tonight so that my office can become a bit more tidy. Those of you that have seen pictures of my desk, probably think it is about time too. I am hoping to report back to you next week about my tidy desk and redecorated office, sorry no, refurnished office.

If any of you wonder about the completely random picture in this blog, then it is me and two of my kids pretending to be an angel. So yes, it is random, but it is also relevant in a somewhat random way.

Happy evening to you all from Marianne