The washing machine started complaining about an E-18 and refused to drain itself. Upon inspecting the drainage filter, foreign objects were discovered.

Guess who forgot to empty their pockets before throwing their trousers in the laundry hamper…

We went for a walk on Järvafältet. Eric wanted to do some recon for their upcoming scout hike. And since we were going out anyway, we might as well grill some sausages, too.

I’m really pleased with the pop-up grill I bought a while back. Easy to pack, lightweight, easy to assemble. The only small problem it has is that the coals end up slightly too far from the food, but that’s easily fixed by propping up the bottom slightly with a rock once the actual fire is finished and the coals are down to a glow.

Mud cake (kladdkaka), of course, and balloons.

Friday night is movie night.

The sun is low enough in the mornings for candlelit breakfasts to make sense.

Adrian loves chocolate cake, and he loves raspberries, so for his birthday he wished for a chocolate and raspberry cake. We found a recipe for a fancy multi-layered chocolate cake with raspberry mousse. It took Eric and Adrian half the day to make it. Totally worth it, in my opinion: it was delicious.

The air fryer; Happy Socks with food motifs; a scout knife; Japanese sweets.

Birthday coming up tomorrow.

That giant, IKEA-wrapped gift at the bottom is an air fryer. Adrian and Eric both like kitchen machines – pasta maker, ice cream machine, dough kneader… Adrian has been talking about an air fryer for months now. I think it’s due to all the ads on YouTube. It’s a bit of an odd birthday present for an 11-year-old, and really a present to the whole family rather than just him, but I know for sure that he’s the one who’s going to be most excited about it.

All set up for Adrian’s remote parent-teacher meeting.

Remote meetings for everything feel so normal now. The other day I participated remotely in a meeting between Ingrid and her orthodontist. I’m sure schools will go back to IRL, face-to-face meetings. I’m not entirely sure how I feel about that.

Årsjön and Bylsjön both had gangs of ducks who were all very used to being near people. They were pretty obviously expecting to be fed. After we washed up our breakfast dishes in the lake, some snacked on our porridge scrapings.