Finally it's Melodifestivalen time! On Saturday night we ensconced ourselves on the sofa with a bunch of junk food and our phones ready to chat with our schlager-loving loved ones in London and Söderköping and across town. Jamie lasted about two songs before he turned on cartoons on the iPad, but The Swede and I endured songs that ranged from mediocre to downright terrible, per tradition, for the better part of the evening. We'll be loving them all by March, but for now the best part is the chips, the chatting, and the good company on the couch.
