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Just to show what an idiot I am, this morning, on the way to the ICA, I ran into Stefan and he said “Glad påsk!” to which I replied: “Naw. It’s in two more weeks. Surely.” But, no, Stefan was convinced it was Good Friday tomorrow. I took my phone out and looked at my calendar but there was nothing about Easter there. Then a woman with a dog walked by us and Stefan asked her if it was Good Friday tomorrow. She looked at us both like we were very odd indeed and assured us it was, in fact, Good Friday tomorrow.
It wasn’t until I was on my way back to the house, hauling my loaded trolley along the woodland track, that I realised why I thought Easter was still a few weeks away.
Every year I make a calendar to hang in the kitchen. I’ve been doing it since around 2010. I pick a photo for each month; of something we’d done in that month. That would become the month’s image for the next year. It’s become something I do in early December in order to have the calendar ready for the new year.
Last year, I logged into the account I have used since I first decided to create the calendar only to find that things had changed a bit and, now I had to start from scratch with such things as font and size of text, where it should go and what special days to include.
I couldn’t be bothered going through all of that given I just wanted what I always ordered. So, to alleviate the problem, I just copied the layout from the previous year and went with that. How clever, I thought. How stupid, I realised when it arrived.
Basically, I’d just made myself a calendar of 2025 again only with the 2026 photos. I didn’t want to waste it, so I just took a pen and crossed out then changed the days of the week for every month.
Then, this morning, I realised that by copying the 2025 layout, I’d managed to include the dates for Easter 2025 as well.
As I said above, I can be such an idiot.
Though that was it for today, really.
We went across to Nyköping to change into our summer tyres, and it wasn’t my fault that we needed new ones. They had to be ordered and, therefore, not be fitted until they arrive. This won’t be till probably next week. So, we’ll be driving across to Nyköping again.
It was a lovely drive back as we took the scenic route. We then went to Tre Små Rum for lunch, when I announced that I haven’t been for yonks. I had the always delicious Tex Mex sandwich.
Back at home, I discovered that the doctor had prescribed me some medication for the gout. I raced up to the Apotek to collect it. He has prescribed Allopurinol which I know is supposed to work well. However, Mirinda says that it can cause gout flare-ups when first used, before eventually removing the excess uric acid in the body.
Given I’m heading off for France in a month for my extra special 70th birthday cooking class with Geraldine, I really don’t want to risk creating a bout of gout for when I’m there. Or on my way. So I’m going to hold off until I get back.
Then it’s Get Out Gout time.
I only took one photo today.
This was inside the Euromaster building this morning while we waited to be told we didn’t need to wait anymore.
