After maybe 1,5 hours Albin hears rain on the window. We had been to the beach earlier in the day and the weather was spectacular. The three of us look out the window to find skies darker than the heart of George Bush. Then another five minutes pass and by then the worst thunderstorm was over us.
Now, I usually find that quite inspiring but today it was not. “The Bomber” (my brother) was at the Iron Maiden show in Gothenburg and his wife Gun was working so I got to babysit. The kids were not particularly found of the noise and there was no electricity so I couldn’t put on Toy Story and let that be that. We sat in the sofa talking instead. When the storm had gone away Edwin had a little thunderstrike of his own and needed new equipment.
Personally I would’ve settled for a head on lightning strike.
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