These days are full of ”last time” events. This morning was the last time I took the car out to Djurgården to drop off Malte at school. For nine years now, we have been toting kids back and forth between Kungsholmen and Djurgården. At times it has felt as a total waist of time, but then we’ve found comfort in the fact that Djurgårdsskolan is a really good school. Still. I feel like celebrating. Maybe with a barbeque on the back yard this evening?