I was never originally part of the trip. All my friends were going, so when one dropped out to attend his Cambridge interview instead (fool) I immediately volunteered to take his place. I didn’t want to be the one who had to sit and listen enviously to all their hilarious stories on their return.
Knowing it would be my duty to write a blog about Sweden when I got back, I decided to take a diary each night before I went to sleep – necessary as my memory is like a sieve (or just a bucket with a hole in the bottom). However, after the first two days I gave up, deciding that sleep was more important (they wake up at half six in the mornng, for fuck sake). Thus, you’ll have a detailed description of Monday and Tuesday – and I just hope my memory serves me well for Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Here goes...
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