Some shrooms just growin' outside work.

Sweet-potato soup with feta cheese and pumpkin seeds...marvellous. X and I are yet again getting back to more home-styled cooking. Some soups to cheer on the coming of Fall taste even better than what it sounds and looks like!

Neighbourhood kitty gone by.

Now, don't worry. I hate most pictures that are churned out by Instagram and apps like it so I won't be remaking mine en masse. Apart from the pic below of a seemingly pissed-off Blixa.

And no, it's not snowing or raining in our apartment. I think.

Aah! Charlie Murphy! Read this if you're planning on going!

The main drag of Stockholm city: Kungsgatan.

Alvik is a bizarre little town, if you can call it that; imagine an intersection between railway and subway with some shops strewn about and that's it. I shudder when I'm there, as it just feels devoid of feeling, in lack of a better term. Might have something to do with the time when X, myself and The Pirates were stuck there for (what seemed like) hours in the middle of freeeezing winter as the entire transportation system had broken down.

And another fuck you, SL! shout-out on the basis of that! You can take that, you can take that...

More Alvik madness. This is found outside a hotel.