Muck

I love living in the country. There are some minor inconveniences though, during muck spreading time, for instance. Especially since the foto is taken from my bedroom window. There will be no night-open windows in a while I'm sure. My old friend, the late David Kettlewell, wrote a song once called "it's muck spreading time", but that was a synonym for something else I believe.

Am otherwise very still day until this evening when I was working at the theatre in Kalmar, the next to last time before summer. Summer is creeping in fast.