I wish I was a little bit taller.

As I was swishing home on my pretty bike today (you know, biking superfast so the wind goes 'swishswishswish' in your ears), I rode past a girl walking along. And just as I went past her I'm sure I heard her crying.

And I'm ashamed to say I didn't stop to check she was ok. I didn't even look back. But I was so, so close to stopping. And I wish I had. Because that's the kind of person I want to be; someone who cares about others.

Dag 15 – Mina drömmar (my dreams)

I dream funny things. I bet everyone does. Can't really remember any specific dreams much longer than a day (if that) so won't be telling you about any in particular.

Quite often the night before an important event, such as a trip or a job interview, I'll dream that I'm missing it. Over and over and over. I'll miss that flight 10 times before it's time to get up and catch it. I'll be late for a job interview several times because I'm looking in shops, helping someone with something or because I'm watching TV - all in a night's work before my alarm goes up.

(I realise this probably isn't what the title was about but it's what you're getting ;) )

Gym bunny.

Last night I dreamt I joined a gym in York and one in Stockholm. Rather pointless really. But is my subconscious trying to tell me something about moving back to Sweden..?