We went skating. Ingrid sped around effortlessly; Adrian had forgotten much of his skating skills and tottered around, holding on to my hand.

I’m a bit disappointed that the large bandy field is always booked by clubs and tournaments, and ordinary folks have to make do with the crowded small ice rink. But even that is quite a luxury, when I think about it – there aren’t many artificially frozen ice rinks in Stockholm, and we’re lucky to live so close to one.