I just cycled to the store to get some snacks in pure desperation, just to realise the store was closed. Of course it is, is Swedish midsummer. A pagan holiday more holy than Christmas. So I threw together some roasted chickpeas. A lot healthier than any of the options I had in mind on the way to the store. But today I don’t want healthy. I want comfort. My snack-need is insane and there can only be one explanation… That time of the month.. . Would also explain all the tears for weird reasons. Would also explain all the sad feelings for huge reasons, disappointment and just ‘upsetness’ for the sake of all the children being treated badly in the world as I write this silly blog post and wait for my pms snack to be ready.