Mirinda and Fi roamed the streets of Trosa twice today. Once in order to visit as many local shops as possible and once to see the Christmas lights, not just on the streets but also peeking out from people’s houses. Fortunately, we had the dogs with us for the shop tour which meant I could avoid the shops. I also avoided the street wandering, given I needed to write and record my December Letter from Sweden.
Actually, this was the second letter I’d composed for this month. The first was a rambling and mostly mundane chat about Christmas markets. I think the version I rewrote today was far superior.
It gets harder each month to come up with new topics. I do wonder how Alistair Cook managed to create over 900 Letters from America. He finally stopped when he was 95. Then he died. That could be a warning not to stop, I suppose.
Anyway, that was late in the day. In the morning, and being a Sunday, saw us taking brunch at Tre Små Rum. The three of us had the wonderfully creamy scrambled eggs. They really are fantastic. Mirinda and Fi may have also had a cinnamon bun each, the special ones with the icing. Apparently these a pretty fantastic as well.
Then, as I said, they decided to visit all the shops.
Fi was surprised that I hadn’t been in most of them. I don’t know why she was surprised. I’ve never seen the point of aimlessly wandering around shops. It’s certainly not my idea of Sunday fun.
