After church on Sunday, mum and were walking with some friends when one suggested I find myself a Swedish man while visiting abroad.  She continue by extolling the virtues of men of Scandinavian decent (her father, you see, is part Norwegian – or something of the sort – making her an obvious expert on the matter)…

Friend: You should totally consider it. Just imagine walking next to a blonde haired cuties

Her husband: Yeah, and you’d be royalty.

Friend: It’s true, you could … well … do all the things a royal person does.

Her husband: No, wait {shaking his head} I don’t think that’s right. I think Amy is more European-royalty.

Me: Is it that obvious?

Mom:  Yes, yes it is.