Lately, Stockholm has been one giant sheet of ice. If you want some comedy, just look out any window and watch people slip, slide and try to keep their balance outside.
This is also generally the time of year I start to see the largest number of people with crutches and casts.
In order not to end up as one of those people, I dug out my snow-grippers for my boots today, much to my husband’s dismay. Every time I wrap these things around my boots, he’s embarassed to walk with me. In his words, “Only old people wear those.”
I used to argue about this and almost had him on my side until we stepped on an escalator and my gripper got caught between the lines in the steps. Luckily, I freed myself at the last moment while my husband walked quickly away hiding his face.
He also doesn’t seem to like the “click, click” sound they make when we go inside a building. I tell him to pretend he’s married to a tap dancer.