Sundays seems to vary from being very boring, completely devoid of any action to be absolutely packed with things to do. Todays the latter. Just came back from a fika* (*non-translateable swedish word. A fika is meeting someone for coffee/tea/fizzy drink and maybe something sweet to it, or maybe not.) with my best friend Nettan. Now back at home I need to tidy up and clean the flat. Do the dishes. Excercise. Shower. Pay bills. Go check on Hannas flat on the other side of town. Food shop before going to Maddes flat for some girls talk.

Gotta get going!