It’s time for one of my rare “stuff in my life” post. For no better reason than it was a nice day and I’m not that inclined to rant about much.
Far too early in the morning me and H11 went to meet some other members of his class, and a super-parent or two, to train for the upcoming kid’s mini-marathon. This is a 2km race for kids taking place in Stockholm in a month from now.
We all trotted through a beautiful area of Stockholm called Uggleviken (Owl Bay) where we didn’t see any owls but got some muscles burning. I am proud to report that I beat the 11-year olds up a steep hill at least twice. Thumbs up for pre-lunch exercise.
Next stop was the English Shop, where homesick treats were purchased. A Saturday in Stockholm without a visit to the English Shop is not a Saturday at all.
Then we ventured to the wonderful Muffin Factory, home of Stockholm’s biggest, fattest, tastiest muffins, where we enjoyed muffins and coffee and the company of fellow Stockholm blogger Melliferax.
After that H11 and I wandered around a few shops learning how to use my new toy, the TV-B-Gone universal remote that turns off every television known to man. TVs in public places bug the hell out of me; now I can fight back and stop the buggers in their tracks.
Then we wandered to the pet store, the excellent and cheap SoFo’r Pets, to fix some accessories for the wee critters, before heading home. And the plan now is to spend the rest of the day slouching about the flat, drinking tea, reading up on Java and watching the little degus as they continue their efforts to chew everything to splintery bits.
A good life is made up of sweet, calm days like this, and they should really be remembered. Let’s hope there’s many more of them.
/ paddy
Paddy K 
Sounds perfect!
Pretty close to!
One of the two most awesomely awesome types of saturdays right there.
What’s the other one? What is it? Tell me!
Those are some damn good muffins they have at the factory. Almost better than sex. But only almost.
I never know how to equate sex with other things. Is soup better than sex? Is Scrabble? Even a great triple-worder with a Q in it?
I decide like this: Which one would I be okay with giving up for the rest of my life? To be sure muffins is a tricky one, but there is spongecake and mudcake so I think I’d manage.
*Paddy turns off all the TV sets in town*
I love the image of Paddy scampering around town, zapping all the TV sets with a crazy smile. I hope the rays are not lethal?
:-D
cheers/Rolf
It’s a remote control Rolf, not an EMP.
I have the US version of the TV-B-Gone and LOVE it. Entertains me no end to turn off tvs in public places that are loud and obtrusive!
I don’t think the thrill will ever fade.
I hope you picked up some ShooTags at the pet shop. You know you need ’em!
(PS – TV-B-Gone? Sheer genius. I’ve owned one for five years but now I need a new one because mine doesn’t switch off a lot of recently made sets…)
An invisible digital force field, eh? I gotta get me one of those. Because invisible things are SO worth the money.
Get the high-powered TV-B-Gone that looks like an iPod. It’s got a 100 metre range. Sweet.
Mmmm. Revenge.
Tastes like muffins.