Tentative attempts to touch Emma

Mirinda decided today was a day of rest. Her decision had nothing to do with it being Mother’s Day (mors dag) here in Sweden. It had even less to do with the fact that it was a Sunday. While not exactly certain why, I think it was probably just because she wanted to not do anything given the last few days.

That’s not to say that we didn’t do anything at all.

Mirinda had a couple of Skype sessions and I installed a few things we bought at the Quarter Professional Fleamarket. Oh, and we may have gone to Tre Små Rum for brunch.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that the photo above implies there were few customers there. Not long after this was taken, a few larger groups arrived and, soon, the outside space was alive with customers. Inside, though, it was empty. This was as a result of the wonderful weather.

One of the customers was a small girl who was intrigued by the girls, especially Emma. It was as if she’d never seen a dog before. Her tentative attempts to touch Emma were mystifying and confusing. Mirinda kept demonstrating how she should do it properly but it took ages for the child to get over her fluffy puppy fear. Her Cockerpoophobia, to give its technical term.

Freya just hid under my chair, staying out of reach.

I felt sorry for a large group who were being ordered around by one of them when it came to seating. He decided where they would sit and next to whom. He was almost a male version of Sarah in The Norman Conquests. He even fussed around making sure every bottom had a soft felt pad beneath it. Mind you, the group managed to get back at him by deciding to move while he was inside, ordering his food. He looked almost heart broken upon returning.

Then there was the woman with the giant räksallad. She, and the woman she was with, were astounded at the size. I am convinced that there are no longer any shrimp in the sea.

Back at the house, Mirinda chatted to Fi for a few hours while I beavered away, improving a couple of faffing stations. Two items from the fleamarket were a hat and coat rack for the stuga and a shoe rack which wouldn’t fit in the stuga. Both needed to be screwed into walls. Both items had varying degrees of awkward issues but, eventually, I had them both installed and in use.

For irregular readers of this blog, a faffing station is the place, usually by the front door, where you divest yourself of shoes, coats, coins, keys, etc before entering the house proper. It is also the place where you collect it all when you need to leave the house. Mirinda christened such places, Faffing Stations. They are generally in a vestibule and are essential in winter.

Finally, while Mirinda chatted to Sophie, I made pork with green butter for dinner while singing far too loudly with all the doors and windows in the house, wide open. I’m sure the neighbours preferred Mirinda’s concert yesterday to mine tonight.

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The ring on the finger’s enough

Most mornings, after finishing and publishing my blog post, I’ll have a look back at various old posts from around the same time. It never ceases to amaze me how much they have changed. I started off writing in a sort of shorthand (sometimes entries mean nothing to me now) without photos and little effort in composition. It just goes to show that after 5,765 posts and 3,234,765 words, I think I’m getting the hang of it.

Hopefully, though, days like today will retain some sort of meaning in the future. It was, after all, a day filled with the sort of small town interaction that we have come to enjoy and expect in Trosa. A day when we find it impossible to retain any kind of anonymity as we moved from one function to another.

And we made a new friend; Kristina from the Quarter Professional Fleamarket. She sold us a bottle with the Swedish flag on it and a cow. Her son studied at Newcastle University in New South Wales. She and her husband loved Australia. She’d like to visit again but feels she’s too old now. We laughed at the thought.

Kristina also asserted that if sales weren’t any good in the next few hours, they were just going to pack everything back into the car and go home. And, to be fair to Kristina, there weren’t as many people at the market as there was the last time we went.

This could have been because there was a big cultural event in the Centrum as well as a gardening and food festival at the museum. After we had picked up a number of excellent items at the market and had the usual perfect brunch at Emil’s Backe, we headed into town to partake of the musical culture on offer.

Actually, at Emil’s Backe, Mirinda spread some culture herself. There was a guy serving at Chez Charlotte who hadn’t heard about Emil and why the mountain is named after him. She told the story with great delight. He loved it and, dutifully, told his next customer.

In town, we ran into lots of people we know: Eva and her husband from the concerts, Jim the Poodle Man and son Sean, Victor and Ebbe, it was a steady stream of acquaintances. I’ve often said to Mirinda that Trosa reminds me of Northern Exposure. Or Cheers, where everyone knows your name. It’s just one of the things I love about the town.

Jim the Poodle Man claims it’s more like The Truman Show.

Or maybe we’re just extras in Inga Lindström.

I am still amazed we wound up in such a magical place, regardless of the TV programme.

In the meanwhilst, the stage set up in the centrum for the Kultureskolan Festival, featured a group playing a slow, sombre piece of music that appeared to have its roots somewhere in Eastern Europe. The music was beautiful, haunting. We listened then moved on as the musicians were replaced by the next lot.

The photo above looks like the crowd was sadly lacking. It wasn’t. There was quite the sizeable attendance. In fact, the town was buzzing with people. We wandered down to the ice cream place outside Boman’s and the crowds didn’t lessen.

In fact, when Mirinda went to buy some fruit from the fruit and veg stall, the chap selling it was surprised there were so many people. He had had no idea there was a function on and was saying how disappointed customers were that he’d run out of Swedish strawberries and were forced to partake of the inferior Belgian variety.

Finally, we arrived at Garvaregården for the gröna dagar spring market. It was here that Sean managed to win a handful of radish seeds and a pot for his mum. It’s Mors Dag (Mother’s Day) tomorrow, so it worked out very well for him. Actually, walking around Trosa with Sean is an education in itself. He loves talking to people and is not shy. Watching him work the market was a joy to behold.

It was at the market that we met a couple of conspiracy theorists. Her more than him. We received an education in various aspects of the world. And a rather strange bit of relationship advice. The couple were engaged but, when Mirinda asked him when they were getting married, he shook his head, saying that the ring on the finger was enough.

He was sporting a very impressive set of moustaches, which Poirot would have twirled and waxed with great delight. He was a jolly chap whereas, his fiancé was far more serious when it came to things like Covid, the WEF and the general state of the world. She didn’t mention the Lizard People but, perhaps, she would have reached them had she not been interrupted by a friend.

We slowly made our way back to the Tig, passing the centrum stage where the William Tell Overture rang out to great acclaim and an almost perfect tuba, and drove home where the deck beckoned like a centrum main stage of our own..

I have no idea what the neighbours thought but I loved attending this open air concert.

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Burn the boats!

When I woke up this morning, the predicted rain was falling outside. I looked out of the window and sighed. It looked like I’d be getting wet on my walk to the ICA. And I could almost hear the mozzies buzzing in the woods.

By the time I left the house, the rain had stopped and the sun started to emerge from behind scattering clouds. As it turned out, the rain held off for the rest of the day. The sun even put in a few appearances. Which was excellent and perfect for the launching of boats.

KSP had told us about this wonderful event. Four teams of students at Stensund Folkhögskola* have built boats and today they would be launched. It would be the inaugural launch and anything could happen. It’s basically, sink or swim.

The chap in the photo, second from the left, is Bjorn. He’s Australian and KSP wanted us to meet him. We managed to have a lovely chat after the boat launch while we enjoyed coffee and cake and a band played some appropriate sea shanty type music.

Bjorn is from Canberra and his father is a public servant whose job requires him to travel the world. Bjorn’s mother is Swedish and he has the wonderful benefit of dual language. I thought he was wonderfully bright and personable, with a very pleasant accent.

Speaking of music, there was a wonderful bit of theatre when the boat builders walked down the track, singing. It was the perfect beginning to an excellent ceremony.

The boats were launched, one after the other, following the ritual yelling of “Burn the boats!” from the MC. This is like actors saying ‘break a leg’ but for maritime types. Naturally, he said it in Swedish, which Google Translate tells me is ‘bränna upp båtarna’. Rather than Google, KSP translated it for us.

Looking up the expression, it comes from when sailor/explorers would arrive at a new destination and the leader would tell them to burn the boats so they couldn’t return home. It’s like burning your bridges behind you. It denotes adventure, bravery and a healthy love of arson.

Anyway, the boats launched one after the other while the MC introduced the builders to the assembled guests on shore. And, I’m glad to announce that not one of them sank or took on water. I did think it was a shame that they didn’t wage a bit of a sea battle. Clashing swords and a few flaming arrows would have been nice. True Viking spirit and all that. Of course, that might just be me.

As it turned out, they were all seaworthy, which is very good since the four groups are going to row them to a nearby island and spend a few nights under canvas and days floating around and exploring, the archipelago.

The launch followed lunch in the beautiful dining room in the main school building. It seems the general public are welcome to dine there and Mirinda said it shall become one of the places we take visitors to, along with all the other wonderful places we’ve collected since living here.

An all round marvellous, fun day. Largely thanks to KSP.

Adventures in Decking – Day 5

When we returned from the boat launching, we found that the decking had been finished and the steps down to the grass had been started. However, there was a message left for us, scribed onto a piece of wood. It stated that they had run out of wood and, therefore, finished for the day.

It was an excellent opportunity to sit outside and enjoy a glass of something cold. Now, we just need some furniture.

* For my take on the Folkhögskola, see my entry from May 18, here.

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Four straight lines and a heart

I popped into Trosa this morning in order to collect the book I need for next week’s SFI classes and checked out the sign in the window of the ex-SEB building. Rather than anything concrete about the bank leaving, it was just an ad for a new tenant. It’s a sizeable piece of real estate so it’ll be interesting to see who takes it over. An electronics shop would be handy.

On the way back, I noticed that one of the new benches in the woods had been marked. Like wet concrete, the temptation was obviously too great to pass up.

I don’t know who A or L are, but I wish them all the best for lives carved in wood, though I’m hoping they won’t visit the house. The new deck would probably prove too great a temptation for their scribbling.

I have no wishes for the four straight lines.

After lunch, I returned to the mowing. I had finished a first pass over the jungle and now wanted to work out how long it would take for a normal mow. The first section I completed had started to grow again so, stopwatch on, I hit it with the mower.

What had taken me around half an hour last week was now completed in 11 minutes. I was very pleased with the result, particularly given it’s set to rain tomorrow and I wanted to level the grass off before that happened.

It looks so much better now.

Adventures in Decking – Day 4

There was a lot of discussion about stairs today. Mirinda and Harald stood, contemplated and, finally, decided where the stairs should go. There was also a fair bit of chat about the comings and goings (that’s a technical stair term for the height and depth of individual steps) until acceptable dimensions were reached.

Other than that, work progressed as far as work could. A couple of decking planks were cracked so the actual expanse of deck was not finished but it’s very close.

I dread to think what A and L could do with that.

Oh, and the rain started in the early evening. The first for what feels like months.

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Wonderful things about Tig

This week is turning out to be full of new arrivals. Today, especially, saw the arrival of the newest member of our family. Henrik brought it over this afternoon, all the way from Nyköping. Meet Tig II. (Tig I is in Oz and the basis for buying Tig II.)

Tig is somewhat bigger than Max and takes up more of the road. Late afternoon, we went for a drive in order for Mirinda to start to get used to the width, height and length. It was, at times, a scary experience. However, for the most, it was comfortable, roomy and delightful. Just some of the wonderful things about Tig.

Mirinda drove us to Tofsö, a lovely spot on the Baltic then further out to Källvik. On the way back, we were almost wiped out by a murderous lunatic in a bus but, other than that, the trip was an absolute delight. Not least because of the room in the passenger seat. I could actually stretch out my legs even with the usual detritus thrown into the footwell.

Leaving aside my limb comfort, it was a gorgeous day. So there was that as well.

Mirinda and the girls had been there before. They’d discovered a track around Tofsö on one of their walks. They were eager for me to see the beauty as well. And they were right. We’ll return with picnic stuff, sit by the sea, and truly enjoy the seemingly endless summer.

Like this morning when I walked into Trosa for the usual Wednesday shop. The day was stunning and the crowds at a minimum. Though, the book I reserved at the library hadn’t arrived from Vagnhärad yet, I didn’t mind too much. It’s an excellent excuse to go in again tomorrow.

I was outside the library when I noticed that SEB had gone. This was something I used to do in Farnham. When a business moved, I would document it in the blog. I don’t know when SEB moved but the building is pretty vacant now.

I remember using the ATM through the door at the top of the ramp when I had to get some cash to pay for something or other. That marked the only time I went inside. There’s a sign on the door which I didn’t read. I shall have a closer look and report back.

SEB (Skandinaviska Enskilda Banken AB) founded in 1972 and still mostly controlled by the same family, is the biggest Swedish banking house in both market capitalisation and total assets. Mind you, if they are closing the Trosa branch, there’s one asset gone.

Our bank is across the road and seems safe from any immediate changes. While I rarely need to go into branch at any of our banks, I have had recourse to do so over the last year and would hate to see them move at the moment.

It’s just occurred to me that ATM (automatic Teller Machine) also means At The Moment in texting shorthand. And, if I really think about it, isn’t that what an ATM does? Gives you money, ATM?

Adventures in Decking – Day 3

Today, my ramp was made. After a bit of discussion on the most desired angle, it was decided that this was the ideal.

I hobbled up and down it a few times to make sure. It was perfect.

We also walked on the half of the deck that’s been laid. It’s going to be great. I’m hoping to be eating on it next week. Well, as long as we have some furniture, I guess.

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Swimming in our own soup

For the last little while, Freya has been worrying her ear. A vigorous scratch with a paw here, a shake of the head there, as if something was living in there, buzzing around, nibbling, being generally annoying. She has also started biting her feet. It was time to take her to a vet to find out what the problem was.

There’s a vet in Trosa. She actually practices in Södertälje but spends time in Trosa, not far from the ICA. I found her after contacting the vet surgery in Gnesta. Anyway, I made contact and today was the appointment. We figured it would be good to have her check Emma’s eyes as well.

It wasn’t our only task today. I also had an appointment in Vagnhärad with Alexandra at the SFI school. SFI is Swedish for Immigrants and is exactly that. Nicoline had set me the challenge of signing up for and attending classes. And today was the initial interview.

The biggest surprise was walking into the building and being greeted by Christina’s mum who gushed about the girls. Christina is the young woman who looks after the girls sometimes. Her mum teaches at the SFI school. As she said, when you live in a small town like Trosa, you are destined to run into people in the most unlikeliest of places.

Anyway, I had my interview which included reading some Swedish from a book, attempting to translate the text. And, truth be told, I was quite amazed at how much I could understand. Though, my pronunciation was shit. When she stopped me I apologised for the pain I’d put her through.

Anyway, the upshot was that I will begin classes next week for a fortnight, starting at B1 level. Alexandra said it would not be long before I was in B2. We shall see. Obviously, her English was excellent. As was Christina’s mum’s.

At the house, Harald was saying how, in Germany, they were only ever taught German. Some people studied English because they really wanted to. He said “We are swimming in our own soup.” Which sounded delightfully descriptive and somewhat gross.

Afterwards, we drove into Trosa for a morning coffee. The day, as usual, was beautiful.

I also popped into the library to find out how I go about joining. I was in there for about ten minutes during which time, the chap at the counter joined me up. I needed a library card, so I could borrow the text book I’ll need for language classes.

Unlike a lot of things we’ve tried to do, joining the library was incredibly simple. As was visiting the vet this afternoon.

Of course, Freya hated and shivered through every minute while Emma was perfectly well behaved. The vet kept assuring Freya that she wasn’t going to touch her few remaining teeth, but it was all to no avail. Freya clung to me like a possessive barnacle on a boat.

There was nothing terrible about Freya’s ears. It was probably the combination of the warm weather, pollen and her excessively hairy ears, the vet said. She prescribed a lotion for us to rub into her ear when she scratched it.

Emma had her eyes tested for moisture content. It was pretty low, so I was instructed to put the miracle gel into her eyes twice a day rather than just at lunchtime. The vet also said she’d have an eye specialist contact us so they could examine her properly.

We walked home afterwards to find that Harald had finished for the day.

Adventures in Decking – Day 2

All the beams are in, the little cut away section is finished and the ramp has been started. There was a lot of progress today after Mirinda made a few changes.

I think it’s well on course for an end of the week completion.

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Adventures in decking – the beginning

One thing we miss from Farnham is the terrace. Having a large outside space that, seamlessly, goes from the inside to the outside, is something we’d got very used to over the years. In particular, the ability to eat al fresco during the long summer days, or to simply have a morning coffee overlooking a sumptuous day.

And, looking at the back/front of the house, it was obvious we had enough room for what would essentially be, an extra room.

So Mirinda had a few chats with Mr Fixit (Harald) with rough designs for a large deck. I think it was an option that Joakim was considering, given the rather large step down from the French doors off the kitchen/dining room.

And so, the work started this morning. Harald came armed with his trailer, tools and offsider/interpreter. Work started with the removal of the steps before the two of them measured up then headed off to Woody’s (which is opposite Willy’s) to get some wood.

Incidentally, Willy’s, a new supermarket being built on the outskirts of Vagnharad, is approaching completion. I received notification today of the grand opening on May 30. When we drove by yesterday, the opening times had yet to be added to the outside though other than that, it all looked almost good to go.

I’m not sure how I feel about it. Nicoline is rather keen on having an alternative to the ICA and Coop. Apparently, Willy’s is a more economically desirous option. I have only ever bought batteries in Willy’s so I can’t really judge.

Something I can judge is how much better the house looks when the grass is cut. I managed another three sessions with the new mower today, all out the front. By end of play, the grass was a good deal lower and more pleasant to walk on without shoes.

By contrast, the back of the house was looking very promising after Harald and Co left for the day.

Even more promising was a message from Henrik saying we will have the car by the end of the week. What an amazing and expensive week this will be.

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Little legged sheep

At around 2am today, I felt a strange rumble in my lower torso. Obviously, I’d been asleep but it woke me up with an insistence that I didn’t want to contemplate. There was, however, a choice. Go back to sleep or head for the toilet. Fortunately, I opted for the latter.

It was when I passed by the big red clock in the kitchen that I realised what the time was. Outside, of course, it was pitch black. The extra car in the driveway indicated that our stuga guests were back. In fact, they had returned some time earlier. Emma announced them in her usual manner – high-pitched barking. By 2am, however, all the lights in the stuga were out. Apart from me and my intestines, the rest of the world appeared to be fast asleep.

Later, during our delightfully prolonged goodbye, Elisabeth, Greg and Elsa told me that the reception/child’s birthday party had gone really well and they’d enjoyed it immensely. All in all, it sounded like they had had a great weekend. Actually, for them, it wasn’t really over as they were headed over to Strängnäs in order to collect the cat, before going home.

While we were idly chatting, I asked them why Swedish lamb shanks are so small. They were nonplussed. This may seem an odd and obscure question but it occurred during a talk about Australian versus British meat products. Tonight I cooked lamb shanks, so the question sprang easily from that.

Neither of them knew the answer. Mind you, while comparatively small, they are still delicious. Especially in a saffron coating and accompanied by Hungarian asparagus.

But all of that was later. Back at 2am, I made it to the toilet with narry a moment to spare. There followed an explosion one doesn’t want to imagine as I thanked whatever saint guards the sleeping from ignoring signs of abdominal distress. Finally, after a lot of dam busting activity, I went back to bed where sleep claimed me almost instantly.

Now, one might think that I possibly dreamed all of that. I didn’t. And I was glad I didn’t. Had it been a dream, I may just have made a huge mess in the bed which no-one should have to clean up.

And I don’t know what caused it or why. A strange and short bout of volcanic diarrhoea, best left forgotten.

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Gary loves art

Elisabeth-Claude Jacquet de la Guerre was the first woman to compose an opera in France and is the first female classical composer I think I’ve heard of. She was born in around 1665 and died in 1729. She was also a deft hand at playing the harpsichord. Apparently, she was a pretty good singer as well. We heard two of her pieces being sung by Christina Larsson Malmberg today in what turned out to be the final concert until September for the Trosa Kammarmusikförening at the Skärborgarnas Hus.

They have a summer recess while everyone cavorts and carries on under the sun for a few months. So this marks my first year of concerts – the only one I missed was cancelled – and I’m now really looking forward to September.

Of course, it wasn’t just the very talented Ms Malmberg who entertained us today. There was also Nora Roll on the viola da gamba and Peter Lönnerberg on harpsichord (cembalo in Swedish). The three of them make up the Trio AZUR.

They play the most amazing baroque music. Today it was a selection called La Grande Galerie de Versailles (musik för Solkungen). As we sat and listened, I was transported back to Versaille and the hall of mirrors. Mind you, the Sun King wasn’t there when we went. But it was still quite enigmatic without him.

But the concert was merely the rounding off of an artistic day. The first order of the morning was a visit to an art show at Vårdinge folkhögskola.

First thought up by NFS Grundtvig (1783-1872), the concept of the folkhögskola (folk high school) was initially based on English boarding schools though, rather than formal, it was about popular education. There are folkhögskola throughout Scandinavia, Europe, even in Nigeria and the US, but the first Swedish one was established in 1868 and, as of last year, there were 156 of them dotted throughout the country.

Each school has different specialisms. Vårdinge is all about art and has to be the most perfect setting for the artistic Muses to come down and enrich young (and not so young) minds. KSP put us onto the event today, and we are so glad she did.

We were a bit worried that the art would be a bit, you know, kiddie style, but, our fears were allayed pretty quickly. The art we saw was, on the whole, excellent. Paintings, sculpture, furniture, ceramics, gardening; there were pieces from all areas of art.

But it wasn’t just the pieces that I was impressed with. The students were dotted around the campus, ready, willing and more than able to answer questions and chat about their work. I thought they were amazing. They were friendly, bright and well versed in English. We spoke to three and each one loved being at the school and were proud of their work.

One young chap, who specializes in making heads, told us of his process and how he was sad that his first year was over. Mirinda suggested he could fail next year and have to repeat. He also told us how difficult it is to price things. I was surprised this wasn’t part of the course. It could easily be a short module called ‘What to ask the public to pay’ or similar.

The conversation came up because there were a couple of pieces we would happily have purchased, except there were no prices or ways to pay. Not for all, to be fair, but for the vast majority. A shame.

In keeping with my tradition for picking a favourite piece, it has to be Der tod ist ein dandy by Jenny Walroth.

I thought it would go rather well in my study. And, while death may indeed be a dandy, I thought it had strong Mexican Día de los Muertos vibes.

Overall, we spent a delightful while, wandering around the various displays through the campus, admiring, chatting and thoroughly enjoying it all.

A few hours later (after an essential visit to Emil’s Backe), back at the house, we welcomed our first strangers to the stuga. Elisabeth, Greg and daughter Elsa, were going to a local wedding and Nicoline had suggested that they should contact us to stay. This was at the Meet the Neighbours Party. The wedding was today, and they drove over afterwards, and before the reception.

Greg is Australian so, while Mirinda took Elisabeth and Elsa around the stuga, Greg and I chatted about Sydney, Wollongong and the Inner West for the ages the tour took. A very affable family, I have to say. And it was lovely hearing an Aussie accent.

In other, exciting news, and with another artistic nod, Mirinda started potting up plants today. She bought some, as well as compost and soil in the week (which went very well with the horse manure she gathered the other day) and, along with the pots that KSP and Jonas gave us and the bucket from Nicoline, she set about adding some colour to the garden.

That’s the tomato plant that Nicoline gifted Mirinda for her birthday. It is growing very well and promises great things in the near future.

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Cash transaction blues

The other day, on my way to the ICA, I spotted an odd little construction. Or destruction, depending on the way you look at things. It was a rectangular feature with two holes cut into the ground. The feature, which looked similar to a small archaeological trench, was roped off with hazard tape. A small spoil heap was at one end.

Little did I know that this morning I’d discover what these were.

Something else I discovered was how difficult it is to buy a car in Sweden. Actually, it’s probably really easy if you take out a loan and pay it off, but when you’re a cash buyer, it’s so rare, no one knows what to do. It’s like the house, all over again.

We had to go into the bank to organise some things so, we added trying to pay for the car to the list. The woman at the bank was equally confused as to why we couldn’t pay the dealership. In fact, her first question was if we’d taken out a loan and were thinking of paying in instalments.

We read somewhen how Sweden has one of the highest levels of personal borrowing in the world. Perhaps this explains why people are not really sure how to just pay for something completely. I don’t know why, but it’s a bit annoying.

Back at home, we tried a number of methods, making quite a few frustrated calls to Henrik at the car place. By the end of the day, the money was sitting somewhere in limbo, idly twiddling its thumbs and laughing at our attempts to shift it.

Hopefully this will be resolved, one way or another, by Monday. A bit like mowing the grass, these things take a long time.

Speaking of which, I managed another three battery runs today, cutting most of the back garden. Between battery charges, I made a paleo loaf and sorted out the stuga ready for our guests tomorrow.

What our long visit at the bank, mowing, cooking and stuga prep meant was that we didn’t have time to go and see an art exhibition in Gnesta that KSP told us about. We decided to try tomorrow instead, though it may be a bit of a squeeze given tomorrow is pretty busy as well.

I’m finding this being constantly busy a bit of a strain. I’ve never liked it and even more so as I grow older. I feel like I just need to stop, sit down and look at the world for a bit. Fortunately, Trosa kommun is making this easier.

It was revealed this morning. The odd little construction is to be a new bench. One day, pretty soon, you might just see me sitting on it, watching the world.

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