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A wise woman* once told me, a few weeks ago, that the weather can change rapidly here, with no warning, it can go from blue sky and sunshine to a blizzard. That people here in Sweden know that you are not really safe from snow until, at least the first day of May. And she was proven right today. I was in the stuga, working away on my book when, outside the windows, the world suddenly turned white.
It was a bit of a shock. Mind you, it all turned rapidly to slush when the snow was replaced by rain. A lot of rain, in fact. As I said to Mirinda, the swamp in the front garden had just started drying up but, in a few short hours, it was back to being marshland once more.
Actually, Mirinda’s biggest concern was the state of the driveway at WoopWoop.
We were heading over for an Easter Saturday, smorgasbord lunch but, of course, by that time, the rain had stopped and most of the snow was gone. Jonas asked me if we’d had as much snow as they did. I said yes until I saw the piles they had. He admitted that he’d swept it into piles.
And, while the weather may have been a bit shit (though it improved magnificently a lot later in the day) lunch was fabulous with heaps of homemade treats. (I particularly loved the mushroom omelette which included mushrooms from their woods and eggs from their chickens.)
Karl Fredrik and Josefine were also there (Charlie and Wilma were in Aberdeen, otherwise they would, no doubt, have been there as well) so it was a real family affair. This included the ubiquitous songs and snaps. No snaps for me, of course. Sadly. But there you go.
Actually, KSP was the boozehound today. I happily handed her the crown.
Probably the best thing was how well Freya managed. I’d chucked a pill down her throat before we left and she ate a little lunch and, we think, she was ‘cured’ by the excitement. Her life has been pretty dull lately, and we think this may have kept her spirits down. But not today.
She even sat on Jonas’ lap for a while, something she has not been doing since she became unwell. She was almost our lively puppy again.
Of course, she managed to sleep a lot given she’d claimed a lovely comfy corner of the sofa next to Josefine. In fact, she managed to sleep through the noise and hilarity of a couple of riotous rounds of Hitster, the game that Nicoline hates.
Josefine showed great skill in working out how to split the couples up and into new teams with the minimum of chair movement. She managed to keep it to two people moving one seat. I have no idea what she studied at uni, but she would make an excellent Logistics Manager.
As far as the game was concerned, Jonas and I didn’t do very well, though we did manage to go up a position in the second round, after being last in the first. I’m not going to talk about the other teams. They already received more than enough applause.
It was a lot of fun. As KSP said “It’s not a competition.” Which was odd because it quite clearly was.
And it would be very remiss of me not to mention the incredibly trendy cheese that Karl Fredrik and Josefine brought to the party. It’s called Gammel Knas and this was the cream cheese version, made with old hard cheese. Josefine told us that it is very difficult to get because of its über trendiness. We were very lucky as it was particularly delicious spread on a crispy biscuit.
After making them put up with us for over four hours, we took the girls home. But not before KSP took this excellent photo of everyone, apart from her. She then went and claimed a reclining position on the sofa.
What a most excellent Easter Saturday.
* The wise woman was, of course, Nicoline.
