Dear everyone on the second floor. If you see a gray cat marching past outside of your window, don't worry - it's just Henryett. He's 15 years old and knows what he's doing. It was only last week that I discovered that he can walk around the entire building this way and sometimes does.

It's not been a good few months here when it comes to bacteria and viruses, clearly. Perle got the "winter illness" (which is what we call the stomach flu), and in between being sick she kept promising me that she would not be sick on the new clean clothes I gave her. Then as soon as she was ok from that she re-enters kindegarden and brings home the chicken pox. Clearly bored out of her skull she begs to visit anyone and everyone she knows while we quarantine her at home, not just to keep other kids safe but to keep her away from bugs until last night when finally she got to have some fun with me.

Bollywood dancing class! Oh yeah, she loved it. Danced and went nuts. Then she woke up in the middle of the night grabbing her side and saying she was in pain. This morning no breakfast, no pee. The was sick. And again. It wasn't until she turned into Linda Blair with heavy green puke that I called a nurse and asked what to do. Calmly I explained that she hadn't eaten or drunk anything so the green bile wouldn't be that strange, except there was quite a lot of it. Nurse said to go to the hospital.

At the hospital, while Perle tried to set records in fever, I stared at the giant flat screen TV chained to the wall for four hours wondering why there even was one up there when you couldn't get to any buttons on it, waiting for the doctor and their tests results. I also cursed the whole waiting for four hours part.

She's been attacked by another bug, of course, was the diagnosis so we brought little pukemonster home and she'll just have to hang out with mom here for another eternity (for her). This isn't good for either one of us, since I have to keep doing my freelance gigs and she resents that I have to work already, and then I get a guilt trip and in the end neither one of us feels any good.

It's at times like these I wish I had a "real job" and could play the "have to stay home with sick child" card. Then I'd actually be with her at home, instead of sitting next to her trying to still do my job while she gets sad and I feel guilty.

Of course, and as usual, the moment I step away from the computer my former only baby - Adland, has issues and I return home to read lots of - to me, considering where I had just been - really annoying mails about really silly things. I'd really like Adland to be a real company one of these days, so when I'm at the hospital worrying about my own flesh and bloods health, some other people at the office can deal with whatever happens.

Sorry about the whining, folks, but ain't that what blogs are for?

There are five apartments for sale in my 90-apartment building right now. Our house is on Slussgatan, known as "SJ-huset" in Malmö, as the two buildings here were originally built for the people who worked for Statens Järnvägar (the train service) one hundred years ago. We have the awesomest common yard around, easy, with cherry blossom trees, wild strawberries and a playarea for the kids. All of the apartments are two rooms and kitchen but vary a little in size, and a lot in prices since one is in need of a renovation and one has just been perfectly polished with a brand new high tech kitchen, built in espresso-machine and all. One of them is located right above us, and that's where I'd like you, dear music fan, to move in.

See, our upstairs neighbour is a musician, or at least a dabbler (never spoke to them so I don't know what they actually do for a living). The first nights that I slept here, when we had nothing in our big white bedroom but a bed I lay awake listening to all the new sounds a new place has. Then I picked up on some music, I couldn't tell where it was coming from but it was very jazzy-like and soothing, a keyboard, a base some guitar. I fell asleep as if this was my personal lullaby. I'll miss that!

Now, our apartments aren't the kind of paper-thin walls where you hear everything from the neighbours, quite the opposite in fact it's very quiet around here. But the ventilation shafts sometimes carry sounds from other apartments like any old building does. I hear the soft notes of music from upstairs sometimes, and someones phone ringing when I'm in my office - which is bizarre that ringer must be set on extra loud. I never hear voices, someones TV or anything else really. Seems I have selective hearing lately as I sometimes don't even hear when people in the same room as me ask me a question, go fig.

However, we have heard chairs in the kitchen upstairs being moved in and out of place and couldn't figure out why that particular noise was so loud. Perle does not like it as dinner-time upstairs coincides with her going to bed right underneath, and then their dinner ends and she'll wake up wondering if the sky is falling when they move their chairs out, then she begs to sleep with us in our room. Now that I've peeked at the for sale ad pictures (Oh my! Nosy neighbour! Me bad!) I know why we hear that so well, the kitchen has tiled floors and wooden chairs. So whomever buys that place, I really hope that you like a little bit of classic kitchen rug "trasmatta" or have those soft felt things on the feet of your chairs... I know what I'm bringing you for your housewarming gift anyway. Because we can't have our daughter sleeping in our bed when she's a teenager. ;)

Looks like a pretty good buy too, not too pricey and the apartment is well kept with a clever built in bookshelf on one wall. Also, we have the perfect sun on this side of the building, morning sun in the bedroom, afternoon sun in the living room and kitchen. So won't you be my neighbour? Musicians welcome!

The apartments: The one that needs renovation, The super styled newly renovated, 3rd floor walkup, 2nd floor walkup and a 4th floor walkup.

Remember the one that got away - the apartment on Föreningsgatan 63 that I fell head over heels in love with? Well, there's another one in the same building for sale now, but this one hasn't been renovated in a while which luckily means... wait for it ... original hallway wall decorations!

That has got to be what this is. Gold! Hand painted! Totally mad looking! I could buy the whole apartment just for that you know. Though the rest of it needs some work, check it out.

I worried about which winter overalls to get since reports about really high doses of the EU banned compound nonylphenol have been discovered in practically every brand name overall in Sweden (test here), I didn't know which ones I dare buy. So I decided against overalls and went for hopefully poison-free thermo-pants and a heavily wool-lined army parka instead. Perle loves it, despite the fact that we skipped the bright pink probably poisoned overalls she pointed at first, and right as I took this shot she declared: "I'm a boy!"

We then went to Nesta for a snack and moms caffeine dose, when the waiter asked what Perle wanted to drink she replied "Cappuccino!", and so she got a little cup of steamed milk and acted all grown up, even reading the paper at the table. It's beginning to freak me out a little how much she looks like me at that age.

Jag satt i mitt kontor när jag hörde ett väldans oväsen, motorsågar som gick på högvarv och plötsligt ett jättebrak. När jag tittade ut såg jag hur parkarbetare fällt trädet utanför rätt över gatan. Tur att man inte stod parkerad där och killen som vänder sig om tyckte nog att det var nära ögat. Av någon anledning har man bestämt sig för att ta bort alla träd längs med vattnet vid Norra Vallgatan, Tågmästargatan och Konduktörsgatan. Varför? Den lilla backen bakom vårt hus ser numera ut som ett tråkigt kalhygge och jag kommer att sakna trädens gröna lummighet till sommaren. För att inte tala om vad det gör för ljudnivån, nu hör man trafiken från Hornsgatan alltför väl. Känns som om husen här borde ha blivit tillfrågade.

Jag hann inte repa mig från partyt i helgen förrän det var Måndag och dags att jobba hårt och ännu hårdare, men gårdsfesten för huset Gustav's 100 års-dag var helt klart en succé och höjdpunkten var ponny-besöket.

We interrupt this mass of text with a splash of park fountain water coupled with Hello Kitty babies and giant rubber duckies. This is how you cool off in the summer mates. If you don't have a rubber duckie the size of your own torso, you're not doing it right.

There has been more rain in the first half of July than is normal all summer, so it's no wonder Perle has learned a new dance-routine. We were warned Nu kommer ovädret (here comes the storm) sydsvenskan reported already on Friday, and Dagens nyheter chimed in with wet predictions for the whole region today.

I'm singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feelin'
I'm happy again

I'm laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun's in my heart
And I'm ready for love

Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place

Come on with the rain
I've a smile on my face!

And yes, we were actually singing but it sounded more like the Doo-dloo-doo-doo-doo part the whole time. ;) She gets an A+ for effort though.

I was out walking when this incredibly bad advertising poster caught my eye. It's like urban spam, complete with strange English (in Sweden!) and capitalizing Every Word In The Headline. It's even got bulleted lists! On a poster you drive past. My god, this thing is scary.

"Precious Shops Are Under Way Of Hot Sales......" it reads, with - count'em - six trailing punctuation marks behind it. "Three won't do, nonono, double that!" someone must have said during the creation of this monstrosity.

It seems they're trying to announce the opening of the "Chinese Commodity Wholesale Distribution Center, The Ocean Of Commodity Wholesale, Reasonable And Favorable Price." - my god is that whole bullet-point the name of the place? wtf? Maybe it needs such a long name, after all the image does seem to depict hangar upon hangar of .. uh... great shopping.

I'm leaning toward thinking that whole poster is some sort of joke. They bought billboards all over town just to post that crud.