A good day

We had a good day today, it was sunny and we did the tourist stuff. We got Mum a tourist card, which gives her free or reduced entry to museums and free public transport. She was very impressed by that. We have been out all day. Mum went to bed after dinner, which was a prolonged typical Swedish food buffet style affair, very relaxed. We went for fika in a cafe in Gamla Stan. We did not talk about anything controversial.

Owe was great, he gets on well with Mum. She is a bit hesitant about us. Owe, unusually, held my hand most of the day or even put his arm around me. He does not do that. I think he was not even aware that he has done it. Somehow I guess he subconsciously wanted to show Mum who is in charge, or that we are a couple. She was uncomfortable around that, which I noticed and often found a way to let go of his hand or get his arm away. He did not notice that.

This morning she came into the kitchen while I did my yoga. I guess I should have stayed in my room, I did not even consider that she would be up early and come down to make a drink. Although I am glad that she felt comfortable enough in a strange house to do that. I managed to finish my routine but I was kind of unsettled. Owe noticed. He took me into the bedroom to talk to me, and then went with Mum for a walk so I had peace in the house to get myself together. It is strange I guess, how he is now the main person in my life who knows me and keeps me in order. He is the one I totally trust and rely on.

I was nervous today, I love this city. I wanted Mum to like it. I want Mum to like Owe. I want her to see I am happy the way I am.