Tom, Day 1.

With a stroke of luck I managed to overcome my habit of missing flights and was actually in the airport an hour and three quarters before the flight left! I managed to get a heavily Phenergin sedated Chloe onto the plane, where promplty she fell asleep for the majority of the flight (mouth open, dribble aplenty).

Arriving in Arlanda airport we were met by Annika, who drove us (if not passerbys) safely to her lovely house in Sollentuna... We had a dinner of traditional Swedish tacos, and sat around chating, meeting Annika's parents and watching Turkey v Germany, having a really nice peaceful night until I, in a destructive bout of helpfulness managed to completely pull out the top drawer of the dishwasher smashing a load of glases and bowls, spreading them all over the kitchen floor and making the most horrible noise I've heard in a long time... If you're reading this Kjell and Sue I'm so sorry! Anyway, except for that it was a good night, and we feel very welcomed in Sweden!