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Today we indulged in the splendid Sunday brunch at Två Små Svin. KSP had organised a gathering which included Nicoline and us as well as Josefine and Karl Fredrik and, of course, Jonas. We were sat in the owl room, the perfect space for our group of seven. It was where we first took Fi, Lauren and Jason back in 2023.
Just like then, we were, again, a lively bunch.
I told them all to smile, something KSP embraced because, she said, all the photos I have included with her in them (mostly on placemats) she is pulling faces. Obviously, Mirinda is not smiling just to be awkward. I don’t know why Nicoline is pulling a face. However, having seen the photo, I wish I’d suggested everyone look very serious and imperious, emulating a Victorian gathering from the early days of photography.
Shame. I missed a trick there. Maybe next time.
Speaking of being serious, there was a bit of serious chat about the state of religious officials in Sweden a number of years ago. Misogyny and lesbianism were mentioned. We also drifted into the more serious subject of the difference between Swedish snaps and German schnapps.
There was an odd discussion about one of Karl Fredrik’s boyhood summers, which he spent wearing yellow gumboots. KSP flashed a photo around the table of him wearing them. I suppose they were really wellies, but I can’t imagine the Duke of Wellington wearing yellow ones, so I’ll go with the Australian word instead.
There was some discussion around the vast amount of pancakes devoured by almost everyone at our table. When quizzed by my wife why I didn’t have a giant stack as well, I explained that the only way I liked pancakes was with bacon and maple syrup on top. And, while there was bacon at the banquet, of maple syrup, there was none. I had sudden delicious flashbacks to 2011 and Roxy’s Diner. Is there such a thing as PTSD of delight?
The conversation started to flow into exercise and bone density, spin classes and weight lifting all of which prompted Nicoline to leave for a date at Friskis&Svettis while the rest of us revelled on for a bit more before heading out for a lovely walk along the river and around the block.
There were not a lot of people abroad and the sun, which had been pretty all-pervading earlier, had vanished behind milky clouds. Even so, the town looked as beautiful as ever.
What a splendid way to spend the middle of a Sunday.
