Back in London after a three week ‘Svensson’ holiday as Peter calls it (he thinks it a disgrace I’ve been away for three weeks). It been a mix of my country house and Stockholm, of picking mushrooms, swimming in the lake, drinking snaps and eat crayfish, go to rose, meet all my friends, sit out in the sun and get caught in the rain, eat cinnamon buns and meatballs and getting soaked by summer.

In all this little bro got married. It was beautiful and I manage to hold my speech. I also got to see my sister and cousins children be even bigger and realise its bitter sweet to have your heart in two places.

More than anything it was fun, amazing, sad, crazy, tiring and lovely.