Cycled to Sundbyberg yet again to donate yet another pile of outgrown clothes to Myrorna. (That’s a very covid-friendly errand to run: I spend less than a minute inside a warehouse, only a few steps from the door.)

There seems to be no end to outgrown children’s clothes in this house. Ingrid at least might soon be done growing; she’s just a hand’s breadth shorter than me now.