Park, Park, Park & Park

Painted up as a zombie.  Off to Nicky's house for pranks.  We spent the afternoon rubbing mud and blood into his clothes and even burned dome holes into them. I think the facepainted added 2-3 years; he looked 12 when he left.

Dressed as a great green witch and off to Amber's for trick or treating.

C ran with his Sheringdale classmates in the annual Putney Schools Cross Country Race on Saturday.  It's a 2km run through parkland nearby. He enjoyed it and finished middle of the pack. In the front row: Isaac, Adam, Joe, C, Nicky, Jacob, Tino.

We found ourselves in Haga, a quaint section of Gothenburg around the late morning. This meant we participated in Fika - Swedish late morning teatime. We stopped at a typical bakery and had the typical cinnamon rolls that are the size of your head- see the window behind.  

D and I just picked up C from his weekend Cubs camp.  They had a blast running through the woods, campfires and breaking all parental guidance and staying up very late. D and I had just rushed home prior from Heathrow.  We caught an early morning flight back from Gothenburg. We had a lovely time with B, who showed us all the sights. Smaka, a Swedish local resturant, was the biggest hit- lots of variations on herring. And now I'm in charge until Tuesday when B arrives back from Sweden.

Over pizza tonight, C educated the three of us about the new language sweeping the Sheringdale playground. Instead of the traditional- "Good day my fine brother. How are you on this crisp autumnal morn?" The kids nowadays just say- "Sup bro". And apparently the word "lame" has gone completely through the wash and now means "cool". OMG.

Michael made his regular trek to Southfields this evening, and brought a bountiful spread from his garden. The beans are actually purple, but turn green when cooked. Tomatoes came in three varieties.  The little things at the end are cucumelons- a cross between cucumbers and melons.