The next step

is cleaning out my closet to create some room for Mr S. He is officially moving in this weekend!

The Week from Hell is almost over... only 2 working days to go and I'm glad because I'm so tired. Am working at Huvudsta on Monday night, possibly the last time before the summer holidays.

Mr S and me were out having dinner yesterday. We were supposed to met at the restaurant at Bondegatan 57. It was very warm and sunny, as it is today, so I decided to walk. About halfway I realized that I should have... I was tired and sweaty and dying for a drink. The street system in Stockholm is usually quite logical. No 1 is opposite if No 2 and so on. Bondegatan doesn't work that way.... No 57 was opposite of no 78 and I started walking from no 1. Once I got to the restaurant I ordered two dry martinis for Mr S and myself. He arrived moments after me, in a cab, looking fresh and rested. I managed first to spill most of the drink on the table and over the menu and then I dropped a fork on the floor.... not my night.
Dinner was nice, very modest prices but it felt like money well spent.
Mr S told me that his mum is dying to met with me. Christ! I wonder if she is one of those "no one is good enough for my son"-kind of moms.

His ex called during dinner. I don't really mind them talking in spite of the fact that she hasn't given up on trying to get him back. But while we are out having dinner for the first time in a week I wish he would be on the phone with anyone. It's quite rude actually. He told me that next time she calls he'll hand the phone over to me so I can answer. Then she won't call again....believe me ;)

Spoke to Dr C a few times this week since I was handling the food for his party yesterday. I was invited but I never went. I think he has gotten the picture now. It's not that I mind seeing him but it feels kind of pointless now. We don't have that much in common. It's not that I regret having spent time with him but it just over now.

Tuesday it's the Big Game for the Swedish soccerteam. We are facing Svennis and the English guys and are under the pressure to preferably win but a draw is ok too.

I found my passport and I wish I would have time to get a new one issued. I look like a hobbit in the photo so I'm not looking forward to showing it to the French custom... I wonder what it is about passports. No matter how fierce you'd usually look in a photo - the passport is always ugly.

I am so looking forward to my 12 days in France :) It will be all about wine and food and shopping...

Take care!

Song of the day: So high - John Legend