I knew it! It is not me, it is global warming that is making me fat. Maybe.

In the spring of 1997—five years after this video was made—I lived at the very south end of Brick Lane in Attlee House at Toynbee Hall, as an exchange student attending London Guildhall University. At least once a week, late at night when everything else was closed, we sent a party of volunteers (the hungriest among us, I imagine) all the way to the other end of Brick Lane to get bagels. ‘Always open’ was a rare thing at the border between the city and the east end in those days. (And, yes, salmon and cream cheese was my favourite too.)

(Yes, at 42 I made my first ever Rhubarb pie.)

Beginning: Brunnsviken 8:30 in the morning (picture).
Middle: Final seminar with the master thesis students.
End: Pizza and Retsina in Rosendal followed by coffee and Laphroaig in Kåbo.

A good day.