Discombobulated

Well, right now I am not discombobulated, but I was, a little while ago, when I had to run out and bring in the laundry again that I had just hung out. It looked like the sun was coming out so I wanted to hurry up and get some stuff dry since it has been raining for days. Just minutes after it was all hung up the rain started again and I had to get the stuff inside again since it looks we are in for another day of rain.

My visitors have left and it always feels a bit weird the first day on your own. The idea was that my mother was going to come out again for a week or two but due to her fall we have had to put it off. She fell about a week ago, in the night with no one around, and broke several ribs and her collar bone and she is still very bruised. Other than that (!) she is in good health. We had a little visit with her together with my friend from the UK yesterday before she went back home to Surrey.

My first visitor was a friend whom we first met in Grenoble when we lived there.  Her husband is Australian and like us they have moved back there even though she was born in the Phillippines and grew up in America. She very kindly painted two front doors and she was so careful with the prep work I think even hubby will approve. I know he wouldn't if I had done it.

I almost feel embarrassed because my UK visitor also did a big garden job while she was here. I hope future visitors don't feel hesitant about coming, feeling like they are coming to some sort of labour camp.  You really don't have to do anything when you come here (well, ok then, maybe we just need the lawn mowed again or the little bridge over the little creek mended again) No, really, I am just kidding about that. You can just sit in a deck chair and read, or go for a nice walk in the forest, maybe picking mushrooms or berries.

Or maybe visit Pilarne, which is a sculpture park, on the island of Tjörn. Part of it is built on an old site from the Neolithic period.

Very narrow house built by Erwin Wurm from Austria

Here is what I saw when I looked out of the window last night while I was pulling down the blinds.

Vacuum cleaners

Yes, hubby went back to Australia last week, and left us with sixteen vacuum cleaners. No-one likes them around here in this family, except him, and besides now it is only me and youngest daughter left in the cottage. I guess they will have to be thrown away. Shame really, but he couldn't take them to Australia.

These little goodies are literally
called vacuum cleaners in Swedish.
 Must refer to the way you scarf
them down, much like a vacuum cleaner.

Last night we had a power cut and a little panic moment before we realized it was general and not something we had to deal with, like trying to change a fuse or something. We quickly found candles and made it quite cozy. Then we played a board game, and just as we had decided to go to bed the TV came on and scared the life out of us. You get a little bit jittery alone in a cottage sometimes.

Not much happening here otherwise, we had a farewell lunch at a very cute place called Solliden in Stenungsund. I highly recommend it. They have a wonderful lunch buffet and the setting is very nice. I think you can also get a room there.

I didn't bring the selfie stick.

Must go now and see if it is dry enough to mow the lawn. Next thing to look forward to is two girl friends coming to visit, in two separate goes, so more about that later. Cheerio!