Monday, July 29
Garden, Sundö, 15:46
This summer’s toy: a Fatboy hammock that Irma bought me for my birthday. I have used it more than I would have thought possible.
It doesn’t work like a traditional hammock, in that it doesn’t keep threatening to tip you out. Rather the opposite: once in it refuses to let you out.
Over the past forty eight hours I read two thrillers. Overnight the temperature dropped about twelve degrees.