Motorcycle GP on the telly. The kids are doing kids stuff, and I'm writing bollocks with a capaccino at my elbow while Eve clears up. Domestic? Yep, and feels great this morning. Apparently we might take a stroll to a spring to get fresh water for drinking later. Eventuelt. Swedish language starting to seep back into my conscious thoughts. I start the long return journey tomorrow. But that is jumping ahead. This evening we have Reindeer for dinner. It might be me cooking. I'm not sure yet. I have checked out tomorrows journey and have time to spare. A lot of it. It is only 3 hours to the ferry at Naantali.
All that remains is to fill the tank and if I have a cash problem, it is deferred until Sweden on Tuesday. Tisdag, imogan, jag com till bok till Fagerhult, Sverige. Yep the language is still there, bad as ever. Sorry guys, I'll straighten it out eventually.
Note to self: Use a filling station with a kiosk for payment.
I'll blog again when Iv'e got the dongle from the ladies in the woods.
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