August 26, 2007: A poem by Gwen

Gwen&RosieA lion’s rage
 
A hurricane is like a raging lion.
It loses its head and flexes its claws.
Sometimes for days, sometimes for mere hours
He roars and destroys everything in its path
But when he calms down he is like a kitten
Only trying to play and have fun
A fresh breeze blowing through your hair.
From hurricane to breeze, lion to kitten.

August 13, 2007: 4 go wild in Sweden

Swedish hutTony is off to Greenland early tomorrow so we decided that we would celebrate both my and Mia’s birthday a little early. We organised a Magical Mystery Tour last weekend. The girls didn’t know where we were going. We headed in the direction of Grenaa on Friday morning on the pretext that I had forgotten something at work and then drove up to the ferry head and got on the ferry to Sweden.

Then it was a rather long drive to our final destination, Vimmerby which is the birth place of Astrid Lindren, writer of the Pippi Longstocking stories among many others. There we stayed in the garden shed which you see in the picture and had unlimited access to Astrid Lindgren World. We got back very late on Sunday night. Very naughty as the girls were starting school again today but it was a short day for them and I think they managed to stay awake long enough to receive their timetables which is mostly what they do on the first day.