Bad ping times

I live. I'm kinda homeless, relying on the kindness and trying the patience of friends, and my home computer is in a box. Thanks you Ann-Christin, Andreea, and Rosalinde, especially since your hospitality extended to cover my visiting friend Sean. Yes, I'm the sort of organised person who can't even secure a fixed abode for the duration of a friend's visit. Still, it's giving us interrailing flashbacks so it's not all bad.

Things have been hectic in the best possible way, the weather has been fabulous and we've taken advantage of and exploited it like heartless con-artists with a naive moneyed mark.

There's been surreality too, and regular readers will know that's the icing on my existential cake. There were lots of slowly moving tiny white blobs in the sky (for all our arguing they turned out to be the kites of one TimoNoko), and right now it's like some kind of surreal warzone - the smoke from massive forrest fires in Russia is blowing across Finland and blanketing Helsinki for a couple of minutes at a time before clearing off, like mischevious doorbell ringing kids.