Not Much To Say

Paying that hospital bill was pretty easy - I just went to the Svensk Kassaservice (Swedish Cashier Service) which are little places dotted all over the city where you can pay your bills, for a cost of 49kr (£3.77). All I had to do, was show them the bill, give them the money, and that was that. It didn't matter at all that I was paying it a few days late. Similarly, Dmytro said he has paid his rent here late a few times, and there have been no repercussions.

Placement has been pretty good; I'm in Grodan (frog) group, where the children are 3years old. Some of them are so cute, and they have very Swedish names like Irma, Erling and Arvid. I've been trying to speak Swedish to them, which is easiest at meal times (speaking of which, I get lunch for free there - last Friday, I told one of the teachers that I liked the pizza, so she told the cook lady, who gave me a whole pizza's worth of leftovers to take home), because I know how to say "Would you like some milk? Would you prefer this one, or this one? Here you are".
They play with the same train track I had when I was little, which is quite funny. One child, Anton, goes MENTAL if you touch the track while he's playing with it. In fact, he gets really stressed, quite easily at pretty much anything, and just starts screeching. It just makes me laugh. Like, he'll ask you to put a tape on, so he can listen to a story, and then if he can't quite hear it, he just goes "AAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!" and his face goes really red. But he'll calm down instantly if he gets what he's after.

There's not really much else to say. I mean, not many interesting things have happened. I blame the international committee, because they haven't organised a single thing since I've been here. And there are only 5 people in my class that are my age, and 4 of them live really far away, so it's not that easy to arrange to do something.