Hub went out tonight to a social event at the Scandinavian Club. Every few months some of the men get together and cook up huge vasts of pea soup (thick as porridge, salty and full of ham chunks) with strong mustard on the side of the bowl, crispbread, Swedish Punsch (a lethal, arrack type clear liquor) and thin Swedish pancakes served with dollops of whipped cream and lingonberry sauce. They are incredibly tasty and definitely not diet food. I’ve been home alone sewing like mad to get my homework finished for the big reveal of my three pairs of trousers on Saturday. When Hub went out, I put on the security alarm because if I’m upstairs with my head close to a whirring serger,…

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