Hi folks. Pulled myself together today and went for a walk in the park. Not my puny one but a huuuuge old park nearby called White Mountains. Some of the little old houses in the park are seen here on page 4
here. (And oh do go to page 1 of S�dermalm (my part of town, South) and check out the nightclub ship with the swellegant name.) As I was dragging myself coughingly and pantingly along I suddenly came across the tiniest- ...headstone? It looked like one, shape-wise, but it was wooden and painted in pink, with a black and white house martin image. How very mysterious. Something was written on it: My Youth / 2008 07 17. Makes you wonder...
My "I'm almost five years old" niece called from Singapore and told me a fairy tale; it went on and on... I love her to bits but the thing is the connection was terrible and I hardly caught a word, which makes it difficult to listen in a creative, supportive and encouraging way if you know what I mean. After almost fifteen minutes I had a vague feeling the fairy tale might be drawing to a close, and that's when I hear her say
...and they all lived happily ever after - BUT...
- oh lord. Ha ha ha...
So sorry about your Mum,
Woofgang. Morphine is a blessing, I do believe. We will be thinking of you.
Swedish Idol started again; here are two of my favourites from the auditions:
johan palm
loulou lamotte