Our crazy Swedish Ulrika is very soon moving from these shores to the USA. Of course, the rest of us will continue to gather for coffee, to talk and try to remedy each other’s problems. But we will miss her. For who else can magic up waffle after waffle with a huge smile and no apparent effort? Who else provides cheese with coffee (and makes it seem totally normal at 10am)? Sampling the hospitality at Ulrika's friendly home is like taking a much-needed mini-break.
So why no brave bidder? Because no-one wants to have to be Ulrika once the real deal leaves us. No-one feels they can match the cheese to the coffee. The lone bidder (let’s call her Ruth) really wanted that waffle maker. I hope she really wants us turning up at her house needing problems solved and stories told, washed down with hot coffee and chat, waffles with cream and cloudberry jam. Without ever forgetting the cheese!