Right now, most of my colleagues around the globe, are having a party, celebrating 10 years of Volvo IT. I was supposed to be there too, until this afternoon, when I managed to purchase a load of roll-out ready-grown grass (40 m2) at a favourable price. It needs to be rolled out before the weekend is over, so my only option to make it in time was to start tonight. Hard work to get the old lawn removed. I've just returned inside with an aching back and stiff body, after a couple of hours out there in the garden. Was this really necassary? Why now, when I could be at the party instead? Well, the magpies have destroyed the lawn, picking it to pieces in their eager search for worms. It couldn't be saved anymore. Looks like shit and it bugged me the see the crater on the front yard, that once was a nice grass lawn. Then this oppurtunity appeared, so I made a quick decision and forgot about the party. I feel a bit like Cinderella now, just doing the dirty work when everyone else is having a ball at the castle. But it's been my own decision and there are lots of work still to be done this weekend. I bit the grass, as we say in a Swedish expression. And on top of that, I'm planning to run a marathon tomorrow in Vänersborg. Hmmm... how clever is that then?