The Daily Grind

A tough day without Bodil. For starters I get almost hopping mad that I can't find Sammy's ice-skates at the morning's critical moment, i.e. the point when I'm on my way out the door and I think everything is sorted. As Bodil knows only too well, this is normally the point when I have my first crisis of the day and I ring her to ask, "where is the..., why can't I find..." etc, but the fact that she is asleep in a hotel bed in Singapore puts a stop to that (how does she put up with me?). Finally I find them exactly where they should be, and I set off on my daily run to drop off the kids at the school / nursery / friends / doctors / grandparents / dentist / gym (delete as appropriate).

At lunchtime I applied for a new job at a higher grade. The plan is that, if I get it, I would commute between Vienna and Stockholm, and hence conveniently side-step the issue of having to uproot our pleasant little family life for other climes (China anyone?). It remains to be seen however if I can convince anyone in management (including myself) that this is a good idea. To round things off for the day our ever friendly Italian-Swedish neighbour's kids are down with gastric flu. God help us if we get that again. The puking scene in the Witches of Eastwick had nothing on the Taylor family when we had that last November. No wine for days either, but somehow uncorking a bottle on your own seems a bit sad, so I opted for a Nils Oscar Kalasöl (Party Beer) instead (8/10). Is this the best beer in the world? It can't be far off.