On the airport bus in Malmö a couple of weeks ago, I was seated in front of a group of twentysomethings whose clipped vowels betrayed their expensive education. I kind of filtered out the first part of their conversation which was all about where they’d been on their weekend in Malmö, but paid a little more attention when they started talking about their future travel plans.
Saga update: No boiler. No heat. No comment. Since the start of the Death of a Boiler saga on Monday, I have found myself spending more and more time at the house of my lovely neighbour P. (Troy‘s owner). This is partly because she has a working shower and central heating (!), partly because she […]