I walked into the kitchen this morning, having been shopping, to be greeted by Mirinda and Lisa. As I started to unload my trolley, Lisa was surprised, thinking I was about to leave for the shops. It was about 9am. I set her straight on that.
She slept very well in the stuga, particularly with the electric blanket keeping her warm and toasty. Though she did wake up at 5am. That was as much to do with jet lag as anything else.
There was a lot of chat (and coffee) before the two of them set off for a walk at Stendörren. This was where Sharon came a-cropper back in September last year. I insisted that Lisa take a walking pole but I was ignored. Not that it matters, as I’m quite used to being ignored.
They were gone a long time and I was increasingly concerned that they’d wound up at the hospital at Nyköping. Again. But, no, all was well, though Lisa did say her arm was a bit sore when she walked back into the glass room.
They had a lovely walk. And the weather was perfect, which was a major delight given the fact that it had been raining at 6am and dense with cloud up until they left the house. By the time they started walking, the sun was ablaze and bathing the world in glorious warmth.
In the meanwhilst, I made meatballs for tonight’s dinner while listening to a few harrowing stories from the BBC archives. I find the harrowing works well with sitting and smooshing up the meatball mix prior to rolling them out.
And the meatballs were very well received. And Lisa was amazed at my cauli mash.
After dinner, we sat at chatted and, of course, Freya reclaimed her new lap.
And, while Lisa is more than happy with this arrangement, she could live without Freya’s tongue in her mouth.
