"Travelling will change you son". "Perhaps that's what I want Dad".
So far I've started enquiries towards opening a Swedish Kronor savings account with a British bank. I have also looked for Swedish language lessons near to my home address, to no avail. It's going to have to be an Internet package. I have every incentive to work at this. I have a job to do next spring. In the mean time...
..water to fetch and fire wood to chop.
Modernisation of my UK house is going to take 8 months more. No slacking. I need to finish that project before taking on a Swedish one.
I'm not sure how heavy I was when I left for Sweden, but the news my scales give me today is not good. I have 6 kilo's to loose. The diet and exercise regime starts this weekend. When I had dinner with Linus and Monica she showed the way with a wonderful "grill lite, for 2 fat boys". I actually looked around for who she was talking about. Chubby is a look I hate on myself.
I knew this blog would record a journey of a different kind, but I didn't know what it would be. Right now it feels good. Watch this space.
PS: Roland called from Fagerhult this morning. The puppy couldn't lift the 'phone.
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