Soft clothes, uncut hair, usually somewhat grimy and with scabbed-over knees. He doesn’t seem to notice dirt much, neither on himself nor his clothes. I have certain standards in that regards, so I usually inspect him before I put him to bed in the evening. Quite often I find his clothes so dirty that they go straight into the laundry hamper, no matter how favourite they are.

Another part of the evening routine is the application of various creams. He has dry skin, although that’s become much better after we left winter behind us. He also has one molluscum wart – just one! – that has been bothering him since last summer already. The wart itself sometimes itches a bit but really isn’t too bad, but unfortunately it irritates the skin around it so Adrian keeps getting eczema in the crook of his elbow. We salve it and it goes away, and then it comes back again. Both Adrian and I are quite fed up with it now.

Adrian likes climbing trees, and has often told me he wishes we had better climbing trees in our garden. But the ones we do have are pretty OK too. And of course he climbs every climbable tree we find when we’re out in a forest or park somewhere.


The era of Bamse is over and Adrian has graduated to reading Kalle Anka instead. When a new Bamse issue arrives he still reads it, but is done with it in five minutes. And he no longer spends all evening reading old issues. Instead, Kalle Anka is the thing.

Of games, Minecraft is his favourite, especially when we play it together. He likes building best, especially tall constructions with towers. I’m more into exploring and mining. In our current world his ongoing projects include a trampoline made out of green slime blocks, and a sniper tower that he wants to use for shooting monsters from a safe distance. (We’re not very good at fighting monsters and I regularly get killed when I run into skeletons, and then we have to restore from a save point and that is annoying. We do want some monster excitement in our world, but ideally all the monsters should be clearly weaker than us.)

And Pokemons, of course. He’s saved up so he could buy a used iPhone on which he can play Pokemon Go. We paid enough to get him a phone, because before long he will be walking home from school on his own. That was about half the cost of a modern-enough iPhone, and he contributed the other half. It remains to be seen if it ends up like Ingrid’s “Pokemon Go phone” which was initially so very important and which she now almost never actually uses for Pokemon Go.

Random fact: he likes carrying out small lumps of Blu Tack-like putty and playing with them: squeezing, pulling, rolling, pressing them onto his thumbnail or an uneven patch of wall, etc. I think he probably keeps one in every pocket.