While others work

If you look close enough, you will see two sweaty men working hard on cobblestoning the Stora Södergatan in Lund. It is 25 deg. Celsius today, and the sun is intense. It is absolutely lovely. If you don't look too close on the background, but focus more in the foreground, you'll see my ice cream. It had mango sorbet and elderberry sorbet, in a Glasskulturen-made cone. Now it is all in my stomach. I think I used some of the sugar to bike home. It is vague uphill for 15 minutes. Needless to point out, I am soaking in my sweat now. Lovely! (and I'm not being ironic) (not there either, I swear!) I love the warmth. I have a break for another 15 minutes to finish sweating, then I'll go out on my balcony and start working. I have finally been able to emancipate some energy. I have been depleated since tuesday, but now it seems to be improving.

The girl sitting a few places further along the bench where I had my ice cream - had a bird-poop incident. She laughed so hard, and her friends too. And I did to, quietly, but loudly inside. I guess you can really appreciate something like that if it has happened to yourself recently. It has happened to me twice this last year, what's that about!? I think the bird was aiming at me, but missed. Pheww, and moahahaha!