Adrian had a sudden burst of interest in paper planes and made four or five of them.

There must have been moments when he did not have his tongue sticking out from concentrating, but I don’t seem to have caught any.

Adrian reading Kalle Anka pocket. He is going through them like a machine. He starts his day with Kalle Anka, picking one up before he goes to the breakfast table. He often ends his day with one, when it’s too late for most other activities. And he usually reads some more in between.

There was a parent/teacher meeting at school this evening, for all parents in Adrian’s class. There was another one at the same time for Ingrid’s class, so we had to divide and conquer. I got Adrian’s class.

The meeting contained very little information, it was all obvious stuff. The only real point of the meeting was to meet the new teacher. Adrian’s class has gone through three teachers in two years, it’s almost become a joke. I really hope this one stays longer so that there can be some continuity and permanence.

In addition to the meeting, I got to see Adrian’s drawer were he stores his stuff, and the handmade sign on it. He’s apparently laid claim to the Moon.

He keeps growing taller and skinnier.

Art exhibition. Boooring. At least they had benches in some rooms.

(No, we don’t go to art exhibitions on school nights. These are from Sunday’s visit to see Lars Lerin. I got the dates mixed up when catching up with past photos.)

Adrian bought a “buried treasure” toy. He enjoyed the digging much more than I would have thought possible.

The actual treasure that came out consisted of parts for some little plastic figure and I doubt it will ever get played with. But that was never the point of this toy, anyway.

We were talking about plums, and that led to Eric baking a plum cake. And that led to me also baking a plum cake, because Eric’s was going to be yummy but not the kind of plum cake that I was craving.

I want my fruit cakes to have lots of big, luscious, juicy chunks of fruit in them. A cake should have enough batter to give it some structural integrity, but not much more – there should ideally be more fruit than cake. Quite often I decide that the amount of fruit in the recipe is ridiculously small and double it.

So we had two plum cakes, and it was interesting to see just how different they could be. Eric’s was like a loaf of banana bread but with plums instead of bananas: spicy, very moist, but with no clear plum flavour. Mine was dense, heavy, and with distinct pieces of plum.

Mine also had half a cup of sweet plum wine in it. (The recipe called for madeira, probably because most people don’t have plum wine at home…) Adrian tried the batter before I added the wine, and then the finished cake, and said the wine totally destroyed the cake. Eric and I thought it was the best batter ever.

Upside down plum cake (Swedish)