You can always say stop rambling and do something

Three museums later I gave up. Didn't make it to the other side of the entrance of anyone of them. The queues were just unacceptable not to mention the number of pushchairs and rude Swedes. So I thought I'd lick my wounds and treat myself for trying to be cultural on a Saturday. A simple but delicious hot dog outside the posh department store. Guess what; there was a queue that could easily have been mistaken for the queue to a rock concert. No hotdog. Back to the couch. Back to the Californication DVD box.

This pretty much sums up my Saturday in Stockholm. And my London longing. As if I haven't spelled it out loud and clear already.

At least there is a dinner party to look forward to. May be no sequins or Manolos to be seen (well, if so that would be me slightly OTT for the Swedish liking), but let's hope there is champagne!