Monday morning...

... again. One week done at the news paper, four more to go. Wednesday I'm going to Vouggatjålme, a small place almost on the border to Norway. 40 years ago, they had the coldest temperature ever in Sweden. I'm writing an article about that. let's just hope it's not that cold then...


Snutte leaves today to drive up to Saxnäs. That's where his school is. He's taking classes to become a bus driver. But, thankfully, he'll be home tomorrow again.


Todays Swedish lesson: Vintersorg = freely translated to Winter sorrow. A very poetic name for a band from Skellefteå.