I asked yesterday: wombat anyone? Today, I ask: reindeer anyone? Reindeer meat is huge in Sweden. Most of my UN colleagues tried out various reindeer dishes whilst I stuck to pasta or Swedish meatballs (not made of reindeer). Just like I can’t bring myself to eat Skippy, I can’t stomach eating some cute reindeer.

I can’t even handle the reindeer skins that I saw all over Stockholm in shops. I spotted a display of canned reindeer meat sitting on top of fluffy reindeer fur in a Duty Free shop at Arlanda airport (Stockholm). I momentarily thought of nicking it for Zeph and Zsa Zsa before I came to my senses.