Olof’s sister, Anna, wrote to me last night saying that she’d be over at her parents’ place today with a big box of clothes that their youngest daughter, who’s 11, has outgrown, and that I could take my girls over to “shop” a little before she took the leftovers to the charity box. We found… Read More Memory Lane

I’m getting the last of my stuff packed to go to Liverpool for a few days and absolutely the most irksome part of it is that I have to pack every. single. thing. I’m going to need while I’m gone. I’ve got so used to having my apartment in Uppsala that I completely forgot the… Read More A little bit of a rant