I’ll come back to that. I’ve actually just remembered, but I’m going to make you wait until the end of this post anyway.

This time tomorrow Jo and I will be up at Stiftsgården. Not the Norwegian royal palace, but Stiftsgården Rättvik, about which I know little beyond it having links with Corrymeela and being in Central Sweden on the shore of Lake Siljan.

Today was another long day, but moving a bit more slowly as we get more and more tired (and start looking forward to our 3 hours 23 minutes train trip tomorrow). We started with a visit to Musikmuséet, which is very much interactive, with bongoes, a hammer dulcimer, a harp, electronic drums and other instruments available to try out. We moved on from there to the NationalMuseum, with its collection of artwork, and from there to Moderna muséet. Alas, the Modern Museum has most of its artwork in Mälmo, and is concentrating largely on photography for the summer, but we also got a chance to visit Arkitekturmuséet. I’ve given up translating things which you can guess!

After that, we met up with Mina, who used to be a volunteer at Corrymeela, and headed back to Billy and Eva’s where we finished the evening watching True Talent on TV3.

This is very different from the X Factor, because the audience doesn’t get to see the singer! It is divided into three groups by age, and only if over 50% of that age group votes for the singer does their seating group turn round to view and cheer them, and only if 50% of all three groups vote for them do they continue on to the next stage.

It’s all rather different from X Factor and Britain’s got talent, because although they have to pass auditions with producers and be mentored by the judges, who seem to have more credibility than the British ones (if only I could tell you what they actually say!) they are judged at this stage solely according to their voice. Not their looks, not how stupid they look on camera, but by their voice. The atmosphere round the judges is also one of cooperation rather than rivalry.

What I wonder is what will happen in later rounds – has the series already been filmed in full, and each successive round use a brand new jury, or will they logically have to revert to “seeing” juries, losing the blind element? Time will tell…

Today, on the way home on the T-bana, we were in an old train, rather than one of the new sleek ones – presumably they use these at peak times to maximise capacity. The ones we usually get are nice and modern, have air conditioning rather than opening windows, and have names. Not castles or glens like trains in Belfast, but girls’ names, like Agnetha and all sorts which I can’t remember off-hand. Each two-car train (coupled to make trains far longer) has a name painted just above the cab window before it sweeps down to the windscreen.

And that was today’s amusing little story.

More, this time from Rättvik, tomorrow. Sleep is called for.