I walked Ingrid to her scout meeting. Their ordinary meetings are on Tuesday evenings, but this weekend they’re having a sleepover in their “base” or whatever scouts have.

The fresh snow makes the kids want to do all kinds of things with it but the snow is too cold and does not stick together at all. Ingrid’s attempts at snowballs disintegrated before they left her hand.

(Spånga scouts are housed in a lovely building that used to be a church in a previous life.)