Happy Anniversary, baby.

Next week it will be exactly one year since I first stepped off the plane in Sweden. With a song in my heart and a spring in my step. To celebrate, I'm going out with 2 other expats who arrived on pretty much the same day as me. In honour of the occasion, we have agreed on the following rules of engagement for the evening: Whichever one of us has lost the most money, and has their hopes and dreams dashed the most, over the past 12 months, gets to drink for free for the rest of the night. Proof may be required to be viewed. I thought I would be a dead cert winner for the top prize. But, as it appears I'm the only one with a full time steady job ( and therefore some kind of income ) after 12 months, I'm going to be at a distinct disadvantage. With the oil barrel price of alcohol in Sweden, I'm lamenting my cursed luck.