Just came back from an afternoon of demonstrations (against the war and against racism) followed by stuffing ourselves with far too much sugar at a coffee-shop downtown. The weather is absolutely marvellous - sunshine and hardly any wind at all. Walked without my jacket on most of the way.

Last night Denmark joined the war. Terrible, just terrible.

Now, time for spring-cleaning! Incredible how just a few square-meters can suddenly feel like a huge mansion. It's a shame, really. Should be joining the others outside, playing football (soccer, that is). But a woman's gotta do what a woman's gotta do. Not that I feel like a "woman". I'm still more of a "girl", I guess.