Books. Tall and narrow. Already bound or just waiting for tomorrow. Soon, I promise. (And the leather one is finished too, I just need to remember to photograph it too!)

I swear only on very rare occasions, but ever since I fell over last Friday someone is cursing inside my head, in English, to make things more hilarious. I didn't even hurt myself as the fresh snow was soft and there was plenty of it. Later that day I read a news headline saying that one third of Finns fall over every winter. After too much dancing last weekend I could hardly walk, and yesterday I landed on my butt, very ungracefully. This time it was ice not snow, and with an audience of teenage boys, who just thought stating the fact that it was slippery was kind enough of them. No help for Bambi on ice (I really thought I'd never get up). And when I got back home, my knees and backside hurting, I read another news headline saying that half of all Finns fall over every winter. Maybe I was statistically very important (the straw that broke the camel's back).

And today, in front of the busiest bus stop in Turku, I did some wild acrobatics and didn't fall over. Thanks to all the shopping bags I had I managed to keep my balance after all. Shopping=good. My new, ridiculously inexpensive spring coat saved me from further humiliation and bruising. (And the coat isn't black or gray like you'd think it is if you know me at all, it's purple. How strange is that!)