The memory of a goldfish

A quarter past ten I got a phonecall from a journalist I had said I would meet at ten at home. Guess who wasn't at home, but at work? I have the memory of goldfish these days. Luckily work is only 5-10 minutes from home so she came here instead and interviewed me. It was a magazine for the region of Halland, which is were Bocksten is situated, who wanted an interview about my work on the Bocksten bog man. She was charming and it was a lot of fun.
But now I have to start editing chapter 7.

And there's a package from SockDreams at home!!!

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Änglarna, Änglarna, Änglarna-aaa!
Or, in other words: We won the derby.