Living and working Danishly: one big week, one tired (but happy) human

On squeezing the pips of life, cry-for-help hairstyles, Danish artist Per Arnoldi, talks, TV, tax and sea swims

I’m writing to you from the surprising sunshine and clamminess of a late summer heatwave in Denmark. I’m sitting outside at a café, stubbornly squinting in the sunshine - determined to pretend I live somewhere where café culture is a viable option for more than a few weeks of the year. I am resolutely kidding myself that I wasn’t wearing wellingtons, sh…