Waiting for Mandy to come cook dinner with me I'm being a blog whore.
I've lent some documentaries about Stockholm, Stockholmspärlor, and today I watched the first one, 1950-1954. Yes, it's the ones they sometimes show in school, but I'm going through a nostalgia phase, watching tons of snow, apple parties and boys with thong-looking bathing-trunks. You should too, with me.