Gräs

Joråmensåatt Edvin är också gräspollenallergiker. Kanske borde jag och Johan inte skaffat barn. åtminstone inte med varandra. Nu är alla allergiska mot björkpollen, tre mot pälsdjur och två mot gräspollen. Så idag har vi suttit inne hela dagen; vi släpade oss till kiosken för att köpa isglass och vatten efter lunch, men det är allt. Klart han kan vara ute han får ju medicin, men allt gräs är inte klippt än. Jag får trimma ner det sista gräset imorgon och lämna åt pappa att finputsa i helgen. Jag älskar semester.

Summer

We're here and it is exactly liked I wanted it. Knee-high grass everywhere. Lovely. We arrived at four in the morning so I'm v. tired, on the verge of crying actually. Edvin thinks it's still midmorning and wants to go the park. He got up at 8.

Sommar

Det regnar nu, men nästa vecka åker vi äntligen till Skåne och då kommer det att vara supersommar. Eftersom pappa på grund av regn och storm inte kunde åka ner och klippa gräset förra veckan, så kommer vi att komma fram till mitt absoluta favoritscenario. Efter 7 timmars jobbig nattbilresa svänger vi in på gården och prästkragarnas huvuden dunsar mot karossen och det är bara halvmörkt ute så när vi kliver ur bilen ser vi ett hav av prästkragar över hela gården. Det är mitt bästa. Och har vi tur så ligger det inga spindlar i sängarna.

Daph, my dad couldn't go down to fix the garden so this year all the marguerites will be there to welcome me when I arrive. I love this.

Summer reading list

In no particular order as I cannot be bothered:

The Reader by Bernhard Schlink (already started this, it's nice)

The Bolter by Frances Osborne

Purple Hibiscus by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (I loved Half a Yellow Sun)

A Month in the Country by J.L. Carr (I've never read this, but I thought the movie was great. This was before I started disliking Kenneth Branagh(as an actor, as a director and screenwriter I think he's brilliant bordering on genius)
Beijing Doll by Chun Sue

Rememeber Me by Melvin Bragg

Madresfield the Real Brideshead by Jane Mulvagh

Nothing to Lose by Lee Child (his are the best action books)

Rubyfruit Jungle by Rita Mae Brown (ever since the first time I saw Educating Rita I've been wanting to read this)

Svart som natten by Ann Cleeves

What I Loved by Siri Hustvedt (all the other whores* like this one)

*Daph, there's a Swedish website called the book whore (bokhora). It just means they like books. Like I do. A little too much.

I really hope I'll read most of them as I've promised myself not to buy any new books until I've read these. I will probaly read What I Loved and Nothing to Lose and 250 comics. And some Mills&Boon.

And so, obviously I don't need any book tips, but I'd still like to know what everybody else is reading.

This is where I want to be

Only 9 days left.

Jos@jes

Förra hösten var jag på en möhippa. Jag kände ingen annan än bruden (och jag träffar helst aldrig nya människor. Alls. För jag törs inte.) men ibland får man faktiskt göra saker man inte riktigt vågar för att det är viktigare för nån annan. Det var hursomhelst en enormt trevlig kväll, för givetvis hade bruden jättetrevliga kompisar. Särskilt kvinnan jag satt bredvid, som hade ryggskott och var väldigt rolig. Jag tror dessutom att hon hade ett barn som hette Nils. Veckan efter hittade jag till hennes blogg och läste igenom den och gillade den. Sen tappade jag bort adressen dit och har tänkt på det ett par ggr men inte mer. Nu hittade jag en äntligen en länk i en annan blogg. Gå dit och läs.

6-årskalas

Facebook is great

I got a message on Facebook that I at first thought was spam, but after reading it more carefully, I saw that it is indeed a personal message for me:

eva soz to bova u ur friend XXX is she from brockly in london im trying to contact her cud u plz let me know thank u so much xx

It's a whole new language, except that it's not.

Brilliance

"Oh, very well, exclaimed Miss Bates, "then I need not be uneasy. 'Three things very dull indeed.' That will just do for me, you know. I shall be sure to say three dull things as soon as ever I open my mouth, shan't I?-(looking round with the most good-humoured dependence on every body's assent)Do you not think I shall?"

Emma could not resist.

"Ah, ma'am, but there may be a difficulty. Pardon me-but you will be limited as to number-only three at once."

Miss Bates, deceived by the mock ceremony of her manner, did not immediately catch her meaning; but, when it burst on her, it could not anger, though a slight blush showed that it could pain her.

"Ah!-well-to be sure. Yes, I see what she means, (turning to Mr Knightley,) and I will try and hold my tongue. I must make myself very disagreeable, or she would not have said such a thing to an old friend."

The beginning of summer

Daph, this is Nils's last day of the school year (there should really be a better term for this. Tyda suggests speechday, but I don't know). Johan took 15 pictures (3 different angles) that look like this. It's impossible to recognize anyone (I exaggerate I saw Articuno's son in one photo). It was raining, but after we went into their classroom and they read poems and sang for us, this one little girl sang a beautiful song that made many grown-ups almost cry. Why is that? Then we had cake. Edvin had 8 pieces, I had 5. There was one huge cake covered in white chocolate and inside there was custard and more cream and some jam. Lovely. I had made a cheesecake with lots of cream and fresh strawberries.

Treasure

Yesterday was Nils's last day of his first schoolyear. I think he's quite relieved it's over. The transition to proper school has been hard on my dreamer. He needs to learn concentration and focus besides the regular three Rs. But we've been working quite hard and it's getting easier. It seems just a lot of attention really goes a long way towards making him sit and write all those letters.
He does not need any help with the reading. This morning he was inspired by a book he read last night and served me breakfast in bed. With a tray and everything. So I let him read in bed every night for almost as long as he wants to.

Badrum 2 del 2

Tanken var att det här badrummet också skulle ha vitt kakel i standardstorlek, men jag valde ett jättekakel istället. Golvet är det turkosaste jag kunde hitta. Jag hade velat ha ännu starkare färg. Tvättmaskin/torktumlare står på en klack och det finns inbyggda hyllor. Dessutom är alla rör bytta i båda badrummen såvi behöver inte fixa nåt på trettio år och det ingick i planen.

Daph, the bathrooms are finally done!

Badrum 2 del 1

Så här såg det ut först. Vitt standardkakel och ljust blått golv. Duschstång uppsatt med silvertejp.

Badrum 1

Badrum 1 var från början ett hål i väggen, med en gammal toalett som läckte och ett handfat. Plastgolv (rätt fin, blå), våtrumstapet. Bredvid stod min garderob. Så garderoben försvann, allt kaklades och klinkrades vitt, + ny toalett, nytt handfat och en dusch = jättefint badrum.