fia
Last day of term. Hedda and I went to Liseberg, the amusement park, which at Christmas turns into a million lights and stalls selling glögg (hot spiced wine) and toffee and reindeer sausage. We drank glögg with raisins and almonds in it, and Hedda fell over twice on the ice rink and once next to it.
Then home and Fia med knuff on the kitchen floor until now. It's like Ludo, but you can knock other people's pieces back to start, which is the entire point. Hedda says "DIN TUR" (your turn) in a game-show voice every single turn. Every single one. I lost three times.
When we were putting it away she said, "By the way, you talk in your sleep. On Tuesday you had a whole conversation through the wall. You'd say something and then wait, like someone was answering you."
I don't remember anything. I sleep badly here, I know that.
Borås tomorrow. Christmas at Mamma's. Gunnar is coming with me because Hedda is working over the holidays.