It was a sad day today as Karin’s farfar passed away this afternoon. While it brings relief to both him and Karin’s family it doesn’t quite make up for the feeling of loss to Karin’s family. He died how he wanted to though, at Karin’s parents home.
On a lighter note, there is some nutjob running around our neighbourhood with a hand gun. Apparently there have been a few sightings over the last week or so and a couple of days ago someone shot out a couple of windows just down the road from here. Karin and I missed this in the news and our friend Jonas, who lives in the same corridor as us, told me today. Jonas, god bless him, spends much time worrying about such matters as US foreign policy and the possibility of terrorists having nuclear weapons on a daily basis so having this occur so close must be putting him into overdrive! Poor guy. Fear not for Karin and I though as I have my bullet repelling haircut so we will be fine (well, we haven’t been shot yet have we? - the haircut must work!).
Talking of hair, my mop top is reaching a point of critical mass. I could happily provide both Patrick Stewart and Sir Ben Kingsley with enough hair for a decent wig each and still have enough left over to look as dashing as ever. I’ve been living in Sweden for about 8 months now and I have never been to a Swedish hair dresser - I’m concerned that the language barrier (as low as it is) may result in disaster! I have a month to go before I hit UK soil again so I may have to bite the bullet soon!
I have also had a thoroughly un-productive day today that I am about to attempt to salvage with an hours work before bed (it is 3:30am however).
Hopefully next week will have cheerier overtones.
(Just noticed I used a little ‘g’ for god. Interesting. Read into it what you will.)







