A magical festival happens, a long lost american friend arrives and stays the week wich unfortunately ends with earinflammation and after Rach leaves I go back home to be ompysslad by the parents. I spend two rather händelselösa dagar at home, eating penicillin, feeling a little dizzy and then I decide to start taking care of things. CSN, arbetsmarknadsgruppen and potential engagemang in Amnesty seems to be good ideas. Go to library and get another Agatha Christie to read seems even better.
In the meantime other nice things remain to be celebrated. Parents 25th wedding anniversary tonight is one of them. Although it must actually be more like 30 years since that's when we met, says mum. Det trettioåriga kriget, says dad.
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Bo for president!
haha! mamma var dock måttligt road.
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