When I first arrived in Norway, I was struck by the ridiculous number of baby carriages around the place. Norway, or at least Oslo – or at the very least, Grünerløkka – is serious about making babies. The sight above, in front of the newly-opened and rather popular Nighthawk Diner is a typical one.

It’s no wonder, though, when there is excellent paid leave for both parents and attitudes are such that having a baby during university or early career is not seen as terribly unfortunate.

Putting the risk in “vegetarisk” (Norwegian for “vegetarian”).

Summer time in Oslo involves lazing in parks, drinking beer and grilling sausages on “one time grills”. It’s absolutely delightful.

The things I see out my office window.

Another odd combination of romantic imagery and unlikely foodstuff. This time, romance and pumpernickel bread. Last time, romance and sausage (although, as a friend pointed out, from a certain perspective romance and sausage aren’t too far removed from each other).