Oscillating Wildly

Not a bad place Oslo, I think. Not that I saw too much of it mind, as our hotel was in the lap of the gods high above the town. It was also mostly dark (it is winter after all). Still, the log fires burned brightly and the food and drink was heavenly. No chance to try out the Wine Tasting room however, due to the lack of a sommelier (bugger). Did 30 lengths in the pool followed by a sauna which almost killed me. Decided to travel by train too to cut down on plane travel - but this proved to be a huge mistake, as I ended up surrounded by loads of spotty students from some local art school. Started reading Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami on the train. Is it me, or is this simply dead boring? Why is this writer so hyped? I got so fed up I actually started to read some emails instead. Nice to be home though. Last week Prague, next week London. Will my kids remember who I am when I see them tomorrow at breakfast? Will I remember who they are? Nuff.