Holiday is so close i can smell it. Tomorrow I put my ass on a flight to Sweden for some serious chill time in the forest.
Ok, I feel ready to share the rest of the midsummer weekend now.
Midsummer in London was as fun, drunken, flowery and filled with swede food as in Sweden. But with better weather. Win.
It’s a bit cooler today and tomorrow it’s midsummer! Bring on the snaps. We won’t be dying in 33 but also not freezing our bits of in 10 which is Swedish standard.
London is still boiling. It’s meant to reach 33 today. I’m loving it. Most of the time. Not when the tube is still closed due to the fire and I have to walk an hour to pick up W in a sweltering city (boohoo, poor me)
What a weekend. 30 degrees and never ending blue skies. Come Friday I decided I have to stop worrying about my city and enjoy it instead.
Sunny Friday i London, its supposed to be 25+ this weekend so we are planning picnics and the beach to use this one day of English summer.
I went to the doctor to do some blood tests this morning and my amazing nurse (George wondered if he should be worried) lives opppsite the Grenfell Tower.
It smells of smoke in the air all the way down to us. The air is misty. Oliver tells me that the park up by the studio was filled with ash and debris and he can see the still burning building from the window.
It’s been a quiet week my end. Or, lots going on but quiet in that I’ve stayed at home. Tired.