Hubby is back from France, back where he should be and where he enjoys being, in the kitchen cooking. I think we are having osso bucco with gremolata, yum!
Today is Sunday, so it is a late lunch. Unfortunately the kids couldn't come. One was working and one was trying to deal with his tax declaration. When you have your own company it is really tedious, I believe. It was then that I realised I have hardly ever done my income tax declaration, ever. In both my marriages I was spared the anguish. To make it even more complicated in our situation we have to declare income in three countries.
Next weekend we are off to a place called Griffith for the weekend with hubby's friends from university. It is where a lot of Italians settled, so we are hoping for good food and wine.
I don't have a lot to tell you this time since it has been quite peaceful and uneventful, so I'll finish off with an elk story. The elk in this photo managed to get himself into the bus station in Partille, a small place near my hometown, Gothenburg. It must have scared the bejesus out of people sitting there waiting for the bus.
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| It looks quite empty so maybe people have fled outside. |
Have to leave you now, I just heard "Á table" from the kitchen.
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