Gimlé

I’ve been awake for almost 22 hours now.

Met up with my sister in London. Spent the afternoon there.

Heathrow was… well, Heathrow. Security definitely a bit tighter than it was this summer. More checks, and each of them more thorough.

Flying’s going to be more difficult over the next couple of years, but I think everybody and their dog knows that at this point.

It is dark and cold back home here in Iceland, no false advertising in the name here.

Tomorrow, the first family Christmas gathering takes place, my mother’s side this time. Her mother, sisters, their children and grandchildren.

Just the close family, y’know.

But I’m knackered.

I also hate the Icelandic keyboard layout (doing this on my Dad’s computer in the middle of the night).

More on Icelandic Christmas traditions later.

Baldur.
Garðabær, Iceland.