Ever been to a real Amabassador’s house? There are gilded egdes on everything and they eat Ferrero Rochers for breakfast, noon and dinner. People dance all night long and some ladies leave just before midnight in a horse drawn carriage made out of an old pumpkin. Or something.
Last night, our Mari went to the Norwegian Amabassador’s house at the exclusive “no, you can’t drive a car down here because will.i.am and Ka.tie lives here” Kensington Palace Gardens. Mari and Jonas were there to drink Norwegian ales with the Ambassador. As you do.
All that remains of the event is this grainy photo. The dude on the picture behind the Ambassador and Mari is Harald. As in the King. You know.