The weekend has been pretty great even though I missed Roger and Rickard doing live music. Feet and head hurts - though the head is from lack of sleep, I think.

Anyways, CD and Gabi’s whisky cupboards were pretty well stocked (to say nothing about the food (equally excellent, if you must know)).

Photos tomorrow, this damn thing has neither editing software nor a memory card reader. “When life gives you lemons, it’s hard to make cocaine without an exceptional lab.” Or so I’m told. Sleep now.