Eyes without a face

I've been productive today. Even made dinner for me and mom; spinach soup with garlic bread and a boiled egg. How mistaken was I before I moved to NZ when I though that I was entirely unable to cook, be around kids and other grown up things? Turns out I'm quite good at it. In other words, I'm growing up, I suppose.


This picture is from Copenhagen. I blaim the drunken smile on Elin.

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