His voice was sombre and cold and sober. He asked me how things were, I said fine but I was looking forward to the Christmas holidays. ‘Are you going to celebrate Christmas with your mother?’ he said. ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘We thought you would. Fredrik isn’t coming either. So we’re off down south again...
I finished the first part of the novel on 26 June, and since then, for more than a month, the nursery school has been closed, and we have had Vanja and Heidi at home with all the extra work that involves. I have never understood the point of holidays, have never felt the need for them and have al...