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We breakfasted on the balcony. My favourite part of making breakfast was plopping the raisins into the strangely liquid, strangely delicious bowl of yogurt. I was transfixed by how they disappeared and left no trace on the surface of the yogurt that they had ever existed.

We went to a place called Kulturehaus and looked at overpriced Swedish gifts. In the part with all the kiddie stuff I saw some modeling sand that I absolutely must buy, and, very excitingly, some picture books by the author of only my sister's and my favourite children's book when we were three-- still have it! Know exactly where it is!-- which-- my god, why didn't I ever think to look on the web before???-- which this site has completely wrong because they were NOT called Tilly and Tessa, they were called LISA AND LYNN, LISA AND LYNN, dammit!!!!!--

I forgot what I was talking about.

We wandered around and bought strawberries and ate them on the steps and we wandered some more-- not quite Roam, Roam, Roaming but nearing it-- and then we bought massive amounts of delicious groceries (not a shred of junk food in the batch because this is the Swedish Health Spa) and we dragged them home and now I am eating herring. I like Sweden a lot. Today is Midsummer Eve and tomorrow is Midsummer which is a big gigantic national holiday. And apparently Aimee, now driving sideways from the computer's speakers, is going to be in Sweden while I'm here, but too far away and badly timed for us to go see her, poop.

I'm being called for dinner.

OH! I know. Linn has taken up archery. I know it's because she secretly wishes she was Legolas. Ha ha ha ha ha.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:56 PM | shower me with attention