Thoughts from amongst filth

We finally made it to Finland. Albeit via a little detour to Stockholm, Sweden, since our direct flight was cancelled.

Who would have guessed. Really.

I must have amassed an incredible amount of other good karma to balance out my bad plane karma for years to come. I'm looking hard for the silver lining. I really am.

There was also a girls choir on the plane.

Sometimes music is best left to loud iPods. Then at least I can hear myself think.

And no hymns are good hymns.

Sadly, Finnish coffee is not as good as I remembered, but on the plus side my father has finally mastered coffee making to such an extent that I no longer feel the gag reflex coming on when I indulge in a cup of his tar-black concoction.

Yes, coffee making is a science. A more prestigious one even than folding t-shirts or deciding which way the toilet paper roll should face.

He is trying to learn and make the kind of coffee I like.

Gravlax on traditional rye bread, however, is much better than I remembered and might surpass the current staple of my diet - sugar free chocolate.

This is what I have so far.

Food.

Coffee.

I need to go clean now. Who could have guessed that grime in the bathroom and dust under the bed annoys me?

Not me.