On my sister’s birthday two weeks ago we had these wonderful French macaroons after a fabulous dinner. And then hell broke loose in the form of water pouring, pouring, pouring from the sky drowning Copenhagen completely. The most dramatic cloudburst we’ve had for 30 years and yeah all those cellars people (and unfortunately also I) had to clean and dry afterwards – that took several days. So now my sister’s birthday will for a long time be remembered as the day the deluge came. It somehow feels appropriate for something as grandiose to happen on that particular day – my sister always liking a show.