It’s mid-October and it’s 20°C. Britt-sommar in Swedish. Something to do with the name-day Britt last Sunday. Indian Summer in English. Whatever you call it it was lovely. In Sannegården the trees are on fire and life on the terrace on the top floor is pretty damn good. The temperature is probably cause to worry, further signs that the weather is out of whack, but sitting in the sun soaking it up, thinking of the months to come, who cares? Well, a little maybe…