My parents are here. We have taken them to the 24 hour Tesco (on the way back from the aiport), purchased foodages of tastyness, and tried to go against the flow of Newcastle United fans as they left the stadium. Always a treat. URK.
Taking a break now to see if I can get some work done. Grant is resting up, he’s going through a stressful bit of life right now. Apparently my parents and I provide him with some comic relief. Glad to know we can.
My parents are staying at the best guest house ever! I love this guy. He’s awesome. His wife is too. They’re very friendly and helpful.
My dad can’t stop ranting about Sweden and how much he wants to go back. He really does love it there. It amuses me to no end. He wants to go back again next fall. It’s been 8 years since he’s even been to Sweden so it’s about time he starts getting the travel bug again. I guess it helps I’m in England. He brought me back some Marabou chocolate and Läkerol. Oh boy!!