What tied together the foods of this week was this: take-out. It was 30+ (celsius) here all week, with a peak of 38 degrees on Thursday. At those temperatures I’m busy just trying to be, and will definitely not cook. Most nights the winds turned in the evening, and everything cooled down with the sea breeze, but Thursday that didn’t happen – the winds came from inland, and at 11 pm it was still 33 degreees outside. I have sworn this: if we get a bonus at work next year, I’m buying an airco for the bedroom. I said that last year too, but then apparently convinced myself that we wouldn’t be getting 37 degree weeks anymore, that last year was just an anomaly. But I guess this is the normal now, so I’ll stop pretending it doesn’t happen.
I’ve started listening to a new podcast, that I found because they were commenting on someone elses post. Barnfrihet. It’s a pod all about people who don’t want to (and don’t) have kids. And all in Swedish.
Due to the above rant about the weather, I also didn’t set foot in the gym this week. I’m not that stupid.