Föreberg. Yes, it exists. Actually there are two Förebergs quite closely situated to one another, and our GPS made us go to the wrong one. Nevertheless, Ingrid and I arrived there about an hour late. We had cookies and coffee first and then, later on, we had dinner with sill, meatballs, potatoes, the usual stuff. Oh, and the schnapps.
We also played a few silly games, and in my drunken state I had to be as huggable as possible and break a balloon. Quite nice.
No midsummer's with the dancers without dancing either, so plenty of that.
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