Ponytail helmet

The worst pupil was back at SFI today. She thinks she’s the most important person in the class when, in fact, she’s just a pain. She’s in B2, but, because Ninni, the B1 teacher, wasn’t in today, the two classes were combined.

This woman is awful. Constantly chewing gum, demanding responses from the teacher, interrupting, not what I’d call fit for polite society. I realise that makes me sound petit bourgeoisie, but I really don’t care. She makes it very difficult for others to learn.

Mind you, she wasn’t the only disruptive element. The teacher actually interrupted her own class when her phone went off and she took the call. Of course, the snorter also had her phone go off. And snorted a lot. Obviously.

Ninni wasn’t there because, at least from what I could gather from the Swedish, the buses to and from Gnesta were a bit erratic. So B1 & B2 were combined and we had a different teacher. Well, different for me, anyway. She seemed to know a lot of the B2 people.

Actually, the teacher was pretty good. A different style to the others but quite effective in teaching sounds. At one point, she specifically called on me to read out a column of words. I always have a problem with the sound of the Swedish extra vowels which was very apparent today. Having said I was very good, she then corrected my bad pronunciation.

At the break, while I was sat outside with my coffee, a bunch of motorbikes noisily growled by. There were about 20 of them, being unpleasantly loud. One of them had her hair, blonde and plaited, poking out through a little hole in the back of her helmet. I wondered how that could be achieved. A bit odd, I thought.

We popped into town for a very pleasant and unexpected lunch at Två Små Svin…

…before heading back to the house where I slaved over setting up Mirinda’s new website.

This is something I haven’t done for a very long time. Things have changed an awful lot since the good old days of hand coding HTML and Javascript. Also, I’ve forgotten more than I’ve ever learned. It made for a decidedly frustrating few hours.

Of course, these days, websites are built using third party online software (like Wix) so there’s not any actual coding. And, in actual point of fact, Mirinda designed and built her own site. She’s been slaving over it for ages. Making it live, however, was my job. Unfortunately, making it live by using your own domain name and redirecting it, is not as easy as they make out.

Eventually, it worked. And now there’s just the inevitable up to 48 hours to wait for it to appear.

Having achieved the seemingly impossible, the rest of the day was a doddle. Mirinda went for a walk with Beth next door, then had afternoon fika with her while I made dinner.

Incidentally, Beth and Mats are selling their house and, possibly, moving to Gothenburg. After 35 years, that’s a big change. I can’t imagine living in the same house for 35 years. But then, I am a bit of a flibbertigibbet when it comes to settling down.