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The aim was to open on the Sweden Day weekend and they succeeded. Okay, the building wasn’t quite finished but a couple celebrating their 60th wedding anniversary managed to be the first guests, yesterday, at the newest Trosa café at the mini putt putt.
And, as you can see, The Day After Sweden Day this year was glorious. My walk to the ICA was drenched in sunlight and everyone I passed was beaming. (That may be an exaggeration though I didn’t pass that many people.)
The ICA itself was pretty empty, something which pleased me greatly. The old men’s club was, as usual, present in the bistro. I took my usual seat and had my usual latte while they, as usual, nattered on. I’m waiting for the day when I’ll be asked to join them. Of course, I’ll have to be able to speak Swedish for that to happen.
Back at home, Freya was hanging on (she has a hospital appointment on Thursday) and Mirinda was still really sick. I concentrated on admin for most of the day.
I heated up bland soup for Mirinda for dinner. It’s what she’d asked for, and I found something called ‘mild tomato soup’ which, apparently, was perfect for what is ailing her at the moment. Obviously, my soup would be nowhere near bland enough.
Late in the day, there was a sudden flurry of messages on the WhatsApp cooking retreat group. Following my posting of a photo of my tartlets, Suzanne decided to indulge in strawberries and posted about it. Almost everyone joined in with messages of encouragement.
She concluded with this photo:
And this message: “No pictures ofter this but it was a grand time.” I have no idea what she meant.
