Stupid body

I just wish my stupid body didn't react the way it does to drinking alcohol. If you go to bed around two a.m. you don't want to wake up at six, being unable to fall asleep again. And Rickard won't be home until 8.30 p.m. so I will have a rather demanding day with Maja.
But the event yesterday was lovely.

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Maja and I are busy building things with LEGO this morning. She told me that she was building a garage for your car. I told her that you didn't have a car anymore, but, to not make her sad, I told her that you were going ot get a new car. "Yes, he will get a pink car...or a green", she told me. I think she setteld for green, which may be a little easier to accomplish, should you wish to let a three-year-old decide which car you're going to buy.

Brave Sir Torsten

Thanks to some singing yesterday my head has been playing "Brave Sir Torsten" all day. Yes, it's an adaptation of the "Brave Sir Robin" song by Monty Python and it is very, very silly. It's about the mythical founder of the shire of Ulvberget; a man who was neither afraid of fish, cows, old food, water and soap nor of camele0pard's bf P. And who could cut and quarter cucumbers and make gravel out of trees.