After last night’s fantastic final performance of Backstage in Biscuit Land that ended with a standing ovation, we’re now on our way back to the UK. We’ve had a wonderful time, the country’s beautiful and we’ve been made very welcome.

Sure, it took us a while to get used to Norwegian currency, the Krone, and to the cost of things – compared to the UK it’s very expensive!

Perhaps as a way to deal with this sudden price hike, my tics have been singing a very repetitive money-based song for the last few days. It goes like this (to the tune of Kumbaya)

“15p my horse, 15p.
15p my horse, 15p.
15p my horse, 15p.
Oh my horse, 15p.

14p my horse, 14p.
14p my horse, 14p.
14p my horse, 14p.
Oh my horse, 14p.

13p my horse, 13p.
13p my horse, 13p.
13p my horse, 13p.
Oh my horse, 13p.”

It continues in this vein but I’ll spare you the rest. It may be a ticced song, but it’s my obsessive tendencies and keenness to see things through that keep it going. That’s just about manageable when it starts at 15p, but less so when it starts at 378 kroner!

“378 kroner my horse, 378 kroner,
378 kroner my horse, 378 kroner
378 kroner my horse, 378 kroner
Oh my horse, 378 kroner…”

It’s a wonder anyone else is still talking to me.