Creepy Crayfish

My boyfriend is yet again asleep - spreading his drunken limbs all over the bed and actually looking quite cute. We just got back from Robban and Josse's apartment where we spent the evening indulging ourselves in the Swedish tradition of crayfish dinner. Ironically Henrik hates crayfish, and I have never even tried it. (I have always considered them to look horrendously off-putting...) However, I am willing to give everything a go! It was surprisingly tasty, although picking the crayfish apart was extremely messy. It felt like dissecting a cow's eye in science class or something; in other words not an apetizer. Not to mention the claws that you had to break off. I can at least praise myself for being braver than Henrik - he did not even dare to touch them.

Good night my little drunktard. I love you more than you think.

Tomorrow Henrik and I are off to Henrik's family's summer cabin in the north of Sweden. It is my favourite spot in the world, and there is no summer without it! (Sorry for lots of spelling mistakes in this entry due to severe tiredness. I will undoubtedly spot them in the morning).