It seems like all I do in Stockholm is to sit around on blankets and drink wine, whilst eating a lot of tasty and unhealthy food. On Saturday, our excuse was the royal wedding. Initially I wanted to go into town to wave a tiny Swedish paper flag. Then I found out that Prince Harry wouldn't be there, so we decided to watch the whole thing from our garden instead.
Jessi and I met up and bought a ridiculous amount of food and the special wedding newspaper.
We also had bubbly to celebrate.
And so we just sat around in our pretty summer dresses and watched Princess Madeleine get married to the surly-looking dude from New York.