Against all common sense, I have allowed Melodifestivalen into our house. Now that I have understood the scope of this thing, I almost regret that I ever mentioned it to Ingrid. It appears that I have effectively committed to 90 minutes of rather boring schlager music show, every weekend from now to mid-March.

It used to be just one show on one night. I vaguely knew that it’s now a bit more than that, but had no idea how much it has grown. Turns out it’s ballooned into four semifinals, one “second chance” semifinal, and a final round, with various complicated rounds of voting. It’s been turned into a docudrama, as Eric put it.

At least we watch it on the Internet and not on TV, so we can take breaks when we want, and fit it around the kids’ bedtimes. (If you’re fast, you can still catch yesterday’s semifinals on SVT Play.)

Ingrid’s favourite did not go on to the finals; the one she liked 2nd best was Yohio.