Coming home to Sweden is like a detox. Suddenly everything goes quiet, suddenly everything is calm. I live with no money, no keys and no phone for a few weeks. Normally I end up feeling like a spoilt kid - which in a way for those few days living with my parents again I am. We all go back to our normal roles - I go back to being the only child and my parents well... They go back to being my parents.

On top of all of this - I woke up today on Christmas Eve to the sight of this.

A White Christmas - Spoiled brat indeed...