My dad is all excited about having cleared out the garage in
order to start making a home gym. He is so enthusiastic that he got up early
this morning to use it, my mum and I joined him. This decision had nothing to
do with an intention to exercise and everything to do with wanting to have a
good giggle at my dad’s expense. It’s Easter Sunday so we had a rare “everybody
sits down together breakfast” this doesn’t happen in my family because we never
tend to be up or in at the same time in the mornings. We had a short break from eating where we
went for a walk but returned home rather swiftly in time for lunch. Holidays at
my house center very much around the dining table, we don’t seem to be able to
spend too much time away from it, we are making a valiant effort this afternoon
though as we are about to go Easter egg hunting (I may be 19 but never too old
for an Easter egg hunt) after which its time for Easter arts and crafts (I
believe I mentioned my mum was big on celebrating holidays thoroughly). Swedish
provides a much better word for “arts and crafts” namely: “pyssla.” For those
that don’t know my parents are Scottish, I was born and lived in England for
three years and then we all trooped over to Sweden, which is where I grew up. I
only moved back to Scotland last September for my first year of Uni. Oh Easter
egg hunt is about to begin, better get moving. Wouldn’t want the siblings to
beat me.
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| Breakfast |
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| Two hours later: lunch |
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| Påsk pyssel |
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