We grabbed hold of the day. It was Septembersun and only good songs on the radio. All the laundry was done and all the projects (almost) finished.Ahlberg was the first one out and up. Yes boys and girls, we’re talking Radna.And then it was me.Monkey nr 1 and the wounded English boy cooking the traditional ciorba. Carrots, potatoes, onion, sausage and vegeta.On the stove.Family photo.Ahlberg literally danced up the wall. Monkey.Some precious things.My monkey rocking up the long feared Petra.Utter bliss.We where cheering on and I got sweaty hands.Ahlberg was next.Nigel was belaying. I got up and then down. I can tell you that felt good.
Straight from there to church and a tearful goodbye to our bro Timothy (the boy with the broken collar bone). We will miss you like a lost arm.