Wednesday night. We cooked dinner and took a walk along the river at dusk. It smelled of summer and was pretty.
It was one of those early summer nights in London yesterday. I met up with colleagues after work for a drink.
Caroline and Pete were in town so we met at the Alex and had a couple.
After 3 beers (quickly drunk there) I had to leave to meet up with Antonio, Elena, Ed and Oliver for dinner in Angel.
Yesterday was easy. We met at Tesco, picked up non cooking, fuss free food and went home to the sofa. There we stayed for the rest of the evening. Talking a bit but mostly humming along like two old dogs.
English boy being lost amongst the Swedes.
BP celebrating his first Midsummer with the crew. He excelled.
Girls picking flowers (and being eaten by mosquitos)
Mathilda and Fabio sat on my end of the table. Win for them.
Happy Midsummer people. (Eric wearing the same t-shirt as last year. Official Midsummer t-shirt)
Alex was also on my side. Win for all of us when he started telling his weird stories about police strippers.
My girlies by the Midsummer pole.
Kisses (and flying leg)
So happy being home (and drunk)
Dinner and the brasilians (argentinians?) singing local songs.
Fabio på bordet. Serious business when an italian are drinking wine
Maggie and her fireball
Sanna leading the dancing as always
As well as getting her man into the dancing mood.
Better change to black and white when people are getting drunk.
PP and Mathilda on the boat the day after. Looking surprisingly fresh.
We took a walk. Needed.
Oliver took photos. As always.
‘Look sexy’. Well…
He feels very comfortable between my girls. I think he trusts them.
Löjroms toast. Yum!!
Getting ready! A couple of vodkas down the road.
Fabio and me listening to something extraordinary.
Sanna had her fair share of the vodka too.
As did we all I think.
Alex showing his old man act at the little cafe.
It was cold but Swedes know how to handle that.
Cutest little cafe ever.
Back in London. Tired with new bruises and mosquito bites. Yes, its been Midsummer again. This year we celebrated on the West coast. A bit fewer people, the same party and loads of Fireball. We danced around the pole, we ate sill and potato and we sang nubbe visor.
We also made a sketch to bamse, had secret guests in the form of Antonio and Anna, waited for 30 min in the rain for our boat, slept in a bunk bed (both Ol and me in the top one), drank cachaca, lost Robban for day 2, played a 2 hour music quiz (that everyone sucked at) and tried to survive drinking vodka redbull. Sometimes there are no winning.