Nice things happen to me in Sweden – the joy of lunch

I don’t commute every day and weeks have gone by and I haven’t left home. Some people don’t understand how I stay sane. Well it’s the occasional lunch with super good girlfriends that do it.

For some reason our pizzas were extra large

Sharing a pizza, conversation and a hug is nice. Nice things happen to me in Sweden.

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