Sitting in the stuga, watching the TV and throwing a tennis ball for Emma, I was amazed at how many people jog around the track of an evening. It’s almost non-stop. But not like in groups of run club members. They seem to be individuals, evenly spaced along the path. I guess they must come home from work, don their Lycra and then hit the dirt before bedtime.
Or maybe it’s just a Tuesday thing. After all, during our walk up Mount Trosa, we saw a lot more people than we did yesterday. Though they all kept to the track rather than scale the heights like we did.
Don’t be fooled by the blue sky and sunshine in the photo above. The sky fluctuated between blue and grey and the temperature was adversely affected by sudden blustery winds. Though, once we were in the woods, surrounded by trees, the wind died down and the temperature remained a little more consistent.
The girls were glad. If they are inactive but not asleep, for too long, the shivering starts and I am forced to put the blow heater on. This makes me far too hot. I guess that’s just karma, given it was me who decided they should both be shorn completely as opposed to Mirinda who wanted some hair left on them.
Anyway, apart from the occasional shiver, all is going well in the stuga. It’s like being on holiday, in an AirBnB, but without my wife. This is quite an unusual situation. It is also a bit of a voyage of discovery. For instance, I found a cheese slice! I was looking in the wrong drawer yesterday.
It seems a bit odd when it was us that stocked the place.
Meanwhile, in the increasingly unliveable house, work continued in earnest.
Harald started in the hallway while Roger, who turned up in the afternoon following his training session in the Woody’s screw section, worked in the kitchen.
Most of my day was spent doing tax stuff. Suffice it to say, it was all very dull, though intense and requiring maximum concentration.
A big highlight of the day was finding this Trump take down on YouTube.
I wonder what Trump thinks of satirical political TV programmes? Personally, I love them but I don’t think he’d understand.
