This morning I woke up for the first time at five and decided go to sleep again. It was not so easy; I was afraid to sleep too late, our family friend Jukka is  coming for dinner today, beforehand it feels like Last Supper, since this is the first time ever, when we will be separated from him for more than some weeks.
And, devoted cook as I am, I want to give Jukka a treat and set the table nicely. Since he comes four o´clock, I need good time to prepare myself, which means several hours. I have not even found the recepie for my pork, yet.

For us, Jukka is family. He has been in our lives and especially in our childrens lives as long as all of us can remember. Jukka is one of those true friends, we have different life style, different opinions, he is single, we are married. His political views, if there are any, differ widely from ours.

But when we need him, Jukka is there. And he said he felt honored, when we gave him a set of spare keys to our flat in Finland, just in case.

One thing that Hubbie and Jukka share; football. And to those, who don´t get it; football is large than life for those who follow it. 

It´s strange that you now want to meet friends as it would be last time. And you want to meet them all before you go. And you are torturing your liver drinking wine with them. As if you would be going to Mars or somenthing, not only to the other side of our continent, from where you fly back here in a couple of hours.