Sunday, April 12

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Kamppi, 15:03


We have driven to the centre to deliver some essential supplies to Irma’s mother. The weather has turned to light rain which comes and goes.

I step out of the car and look over the wall at the cycle path that runs where the railway line used to run through the city. It runs from somewhere near Oodi to somewhere around Ruoholahti, and I plan to cycle it one day.

Later in the afternoon we will buy paint and I will begin painting the room that has grown into a workroom, because we have never needed a workroom like we need one now.