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For the last few months, I have been using the stuga as a combination gym and writer’s studio. It has proven an excellent use of the space. It seemed an ideal use for the space given that we haven’t had anyone stay since Christmas. Of course, that was after the snow had melted, making it accessible.
This morning, therefore, I was in the stuga tidying up for a couple of guests. Not that it was that untidy but I did have to remove all evidence of my mind and body exercising.
The reason for this sudden burst of activity was because we had two guests staying. They were Avery and her daughter, Ella, a couple of Canadians who were here to visit KSP and Jonas, following attendance at a conference in Copenhagen.
They had driven up this morning and met up at Trosa harbour before heading over here to check out their accommodation for the next two nights. It was also a chance for Emma (so like Ella in spelling) to check them out in turn. Fortunately, she approved though it took a while for her to trust them. Mind you, that could have been because Jonas the serial killer was present.
Her suspicion was odd because they were a lovely pair. The only pity is that I’ll not get to spend any time with them. Obviously, they’ll be spending most of their visit with KSP and Jonas. In fact, following their stuga inspection this afternoon and on the decision by Ella to have chicken for dinner, they headed back into Trosa then off to WoopWoop for…well, a long time. I didn’t see them return, given I went to bed early.
I should mention that Mirinda was away at Jordbro, revisiting her uni field trip from last year. She’ll be back on Thursday having not met the Canadians at all. She called me after she’d checked in at the same horse farm she stayed at last year to tell me all about the happy reunion with students she knew and the general appeal of being present on an archaeological site. It almost made me jealous.
Following my successful tidying of the stuga, and after lunch, I took the girls up Mount Trosa (Avery thinks calling it a mountain is something of an exaggeration) where we sat and watched a man in his 50’s running up and down it, growing progressively redder of face on each descent. I guess he was doing it for his health but he certainly didn’t look too healthy during it.
But, easily the best thing about today (sorry Avery) was that Freya finally ate a meal without me shoving food into her mouth because she was showing no interest in eating. We think it’s because we’ve taken her off the latest medicine which has removed her appetite.
Whatever the reason, it was a great relief to me when she lowered her head into her food bowl and ate almost an entire tin of dog food.
It made me very happy. Hopefully my little monkey is on the mend.
