Chaotic check in at disorganised airport croweded predominantly by Russians, followed by 22 games of UNO, overcooked chicken and unconvincing, slightly disappointing paperback.
Left the plane with four bottles of duty free ready to meet a very wet Stockholm.
Coming home is always a treat, no matter where I've been. Now everything is unpacked, first load of washing is done and I'm tucked up on the couch watching the news for the first time in a week.
I'm slowly leaving my oblivious mode and adjusting back to less oblivious mode. It's quiet without the rest of the family and no children, but ah... it's so nice to be home.
Hajk & Hallrenovering
1 day ago
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