I've just spent two weeks with my parent, I travelled up to help them paint the house, and I also squeezed in midsummer with the family and even a birthday party for a close friend. I jumped on the 7pm back to SkΓ₯ne where I live. As is defined by the laws of the universe, the train was delayed and I just managed to catch the last connection home and stepped into my apartment at 1pm, ready for a shower and the bed. Lo and behold. I was greeted with a... pungent... aroma. Sometime over the last 15 days my fridge and freezer decided to call it the quits. So Γ· throwing away rotting meat, emptying out everything and throwing it away. Happy now.












