Mirinda’s mystery malady seems to be on the wane. Her food has finally stopped tasting super salty, for a start. In fact, she wanted salt on her scrambled eggs tonight. Today, she said, was the first day she’d been able to stay in bed, which helped a great deal in her slow recovery. Tomorrow we may be meeting up with The Perfect Swedish Family so, fingers crossed, she’s back in healthy town by then.
And, in more medical news, Nicoline’s eye operation went remarkably well on Friday. She said, in a WhatsApp message to me, that her sight has already improved. Which is excellent, obviously and maybe why she managed to see an elk in her garden today. She sent this video.
Back at our place, because it’s that time of year again, I went shopping first thing for the necessaries for my Christmas cake. That’s not as easy as it may sound. Raisins were not a problem. In fact, there is a ridiculous quantity of different types of raisins in ICA. No, it’s not the raisins.
The difficulty is obtaining currants, sultanas, glacé cherries, mixed peel and mixed spice. I even found something akin to treacle but nothing else. Well, apart from the vast amount of raisins. Most frustrating. I’ll try the Coop but it may turn out that I have to venture into Stockholm.
While that was disappointing (and I consequently did not start the Christmas cake process), our walk in the woods was excellent. The weather continued to be sunny and clear, the temperature delightfully warm. The girls were delighted.
Mind you, Emma had a bit of a shock when a little girl wearing star shaped sunglasses, suddenly appeared from behind a bush. The little girl was delighted at finding a real life teddy bear but Emma just barked. To be fair to Emma, it was a surprise.
For a change, we didn’t go to the top of Mount Trosa, rather we crossed the woods and rejoined the path on the other side, walking by the activity park. That’s where we once more encountered the little girl with the star shaped sunglasses and, this time, her parents. Emma completely ignored all of them.
The woods were glorious, though I suddenly realised that I was being more careful than usual. I think this maybe because of Sharon’s fracture. The realisation that a single misstep and slip could result in five hours in a hospital and weeks in plaster, was apparently enough for me to watch my steps a little more closely.
Above is the top of the track that bisects the made paths. It shortens the walk by a third and makes it much more interesting. Except when there are mountain bikers. That just makes it annoying.
