The temperature was -2° when I left the house at 7:15 this morning. This is cold even for me. The time for shorts appears to have passed. So I put on my jeans and an extra long sleeved t-shirt. Apart from my fingers, I was definitely warm enough.
Jason, too, was complaining about frozen digits after his bike ride home from the station last night. And, coincidentally, Harald came round and installed a few radiators today. So, basically, it was all about the sudden shift in temperature.
Something else we wanted Harald to do was to install an opening window in the stuga. We were prepared to buy a new one but then, by some hardware miracle, a perfect window appeared in the shed. I guess Joachim had intended to install it but changed his mind. Or forgot about it. We will never know. What we do know is it saved us a slab of dosh.
Harald was in the shed because that’s the next big job – making the shed useful by fixing the back of it and rendering it once more weatherproof. He spent the afternoon clearing the scrub from around it in preparation for the scaffold.
While all of this was going on, Jason went into Stockholm to parkour a bit with a German woman called Sofia. A female in parkour is quite the rarity. Mirinda called it a daaaaay because it was not quite a date. He had a good time but she’s off back home to Munich tomorrow.
To celebrate various things, including his moving to Stockholm tomorrow, the three of us ate at Ankaret tonight. We had the same guy serving us that we did last year for my birthday. He remembered us.
It was a good night, though maybe not for Ankaret. We were the only customers apart from two guys collecting takeaways.
Mirinda reckons the waiter overheard me talking about my espresso martini because he came over to suggest it probably didn’t have enough coffee in it – there wasn’t. He then said he’d put a splash of Kahlúa in it to compensate. I said that adding more alcohol is always a good solution.
Oh, and Kris Kristofferson died today. He was 88.
