A day on the slopes. At least for my dear family who have susat around Romme lift system while I have been in the restaurant and RATTLE on the next book. Sun was shining as it had never shone before, but it blew right low so I was pretty happy not to challenge the nature too much.
At 12-snåret beamed us together in the picnic house for some sandwiches before I came in to Borlänge for a shorty and the other propelling forward on the small snow made the slopes.
Right now, we have suffered the Swedish people during voice in the third melody hit song selection, which sent a jumping Scanian the finals when we are sitting at home with Berit B had hoped the girls pastel but seemed happy to get a second chance in Kiruna. The Bard and his gang took enabbaste way til the Globe we had a good suspect but did enough to Patrik Isaksson would prove to have more fans out there.
In which case, we are all stopper measured after having made three pizzas in the oven and plugs in us as much as we dried them. Has also had time to overdose on Pommac. The children have found a drum that Berit has TV room and bunks in the the best they can.
Personally, I continue to cough like that a little moderation and am still sleepy even though I took a catnap in front of the television before we came to Berit. Week that went have probably taken their right and it is only to hope sovmorgon tomorrow.
Berit and Anneli in pizza bakes account. 
