I made it

Remember, that I almost didn't think that I would be able to come, but here we are in our cozy little cottage in Sweden. The temperature is about +28°C today, while yesterday it was +31°C. It is the hottest it has been in a month of May since they started measuring temperatures.

We have already been here a week and most things are getting back to normal. There are always so many little things to see to. This time our Viasat Satellite TV box wouldn't work and when we called to complain, it turns out: a) it is too old, and b) we have paid too much????? So now every day is taken up by waiting for the TV guy to come and install a new box.

Our new registration plates to make our former French car Swedish have arrived, after they had been sent to Uppsala where we lived about 40 years ago! When I called to complain, it was only a small question of paying again and have them sent here. So at least one success.

On the way to Europe we had a two-night stop-over in Dubai which was fun and also made the trip doable with my leg. However, it was during the Ramadan so life was very quiet. You felt a bit guilty when you snuck in something to eat or drink during the day.

The hotel was called Sheraton Dubai Creek and our room had a wonderful view over the creek which was particularly beautiful at night with all the dhows going up and down the river all lit up.

The next day we used the Hop on / Hop off busses all day. That took us all over the city using the different lines. We had not booked tickets to go up in the Burj Khalifa so we just saw it from afar, both from our hotel and from the bus.

The tallest building in the world at 828 m.

My mother is fine even though she is completely forgetful. She also seem quite tired and spends most of her time in bed. It would surprise me if she could even come out to the cottage with us this time. She will be very happy to see her oldest grandson arrive on Sunday though. He is actually coming to help out with the house in France so hubby and he are driving down there next week.

Fun at the old-peoples' home!

I have to leave you now and tell you more next time. Thanks for reading!

Chucking a sickie

Chucking a sickie means in Australian speak that you stay home from work because you are sick. You watch series and sleep and have cups of tea. However in hubby's world it means that you do everything work related that you would normally do at work but sitting surrounded by Kleenex and empty cups in your bed with your laptop. He actually is quite miserable but feels he has to go back tomorrow, one sickie is enough.

The weekend was both fun and not so much fun. I had to go to hospital twice to get an antibiotic drip because I have a staph infection in my right leg. Today I didn't have to go because a nurse came here and took care of it. Now we are nervous about me not being able to fly to Europe next Monday but I feel it will be ok. Fingers crossed.

The fun part was that the kids came around, flowers and all. They had a stop at IKEA on the way so we had lots of goodies plus the gigantic meatloaf that hubby had prepared. They stayed and watched part of the Eurovision finals with us. It's a big deal here. Yes, I think I have mentioned it before but Australia considerers itself part of Europe when it comes to Eurovision. Can you just imagine what will happen if they win one year and the whole circus has to travel all the way here Down Under.

There will be more shortly. Take care dear readers.