Fi managed to return in one piece today. Having suffered at the hands of a robotic annoyance of a hire car and the Swiss twisty, turny roads, she met Mirinda in Stockholm, relieved to be back in Sweden. Though, she is missing the cows with the big bells around their necks. I reckon she may find solitude in the massive bag of chocolate she managed to bring home.
They had an early dinner at Glashuset before attending a jazz night at the Hallwylska museet, where they thoroughly enjoyed Icelandic singer, songwriter, pianist, Anna Gréta. They also had a lovely chat with Suzanne, a copywriter (among other things) from the Czech Republic. They thought that Suzanne would be perfect for Jason to meet but forgot to get her details. Bad luck, Jase.
Something they didn’t enjoy was the mad dash for the train, then the next mad dash for the bus replacement service because of a train derailment further up the line. Still, it was a good night. Mostly.
As for me, I pottered around the house, keeping the girls company. This is normally not that arduous but, at the moment, there’s Freya’s nappies to monitor, as well as keeping Emma amused.
The late morning, however, was once more spent at the gym.
Nicoline’s suggestion that Mirinda join the more boisterous Thursday class was fully embraced and I, new gym shoes in hand, had the equipment completely to myself for an hour. I’ll admit, the ache in my upper arms was exacerbated by lifting weights, but the pain was a good one, and I was soon sweating healthily like a prize race horse*.
The weather was, again, perfect. Cold but blue sky and very little wind. This was somewhat contrasted by Fi’s shrieks of “IT’S SNOWING!” as she walked back to the guest house somewhat later. Actually, this was a repeat of her earlier arrival at Arlanda when a brief, tiny flurry happened, and she grabbed a passing stranger and, joyously, proclaimed the same thing. The stranger gave her a ‘so what’ expression, so Fi explained that she was an Australian. I’m sure the stranger was greatly comforted by this important bit of information.
There wasn’t a lot of snow. And it wasn’t cold enough for it to hang around. Still, it WAS snow. And that was good enough for Fi.
* That may have been a bit of an exaggeration.
