time travel

For anyone familiar with childish concepts of time - "tomorrow? is that now?" the chronological placing of this blogging entry will pose no difficulty - for the rest of you, pretend you know what's going on...

...imagine a land, a flat land, many many days ago - a land a lot like Belgium...imagine a lot of people coming to a big party...imagine no longer, because that's what happened at a former dairy farm in the middle of June when young Aka was formally provided with an identity by the Lutheran church.
















Apparently, it was jolly hard to do, because everyone had to read (in unison) long printed instructions which were tied to their hands with pink ribbons, just in case they dropped them. Perhaps they thought that Annika Inez Astrida was some particularly complicated piece of self-assembly from that Swedish furniture emporium.

Far from it. She's a sweet little bunch of fun, with a royal wave to boot who was happy to serve as the eye of this particular storm...