GRASS!!

Actual (almost) green grass! The real ground! Not buried beneath 30cm of snow! Not under solid ice! I was able to walk on real tarmac! (Too many exclamation marks)
Could this be the end...?
Clearly I'm now a real Swede, because I hate snow. I never thought I'd say that back at the beginning.
Anyway, F was ill again but C said I could go out if I already had plans, which I did. So I met a few friends and we had coffee in this really nice little café in Gamla Stan. It's the one with the bagpipes! And the woman even recognised us and said hello in English which was sweet.