Across Aarhus, right on cue, people are buying padded puffa style jackets and winter woolies.

There are candles on the steps of shops and a dimming of lights around coffee tables.

It’s really only a couple of degrees colder than it was last week but the freak warm weather has passed and now we’re definitely in Autumn.

My office was less populated today and I enjoyed lunch with three of my fellow hot-deskers. You know, that traditional Danish fare: burritos.

Tomorrow, I take part in my first group workshop where we’ll be discussing the challenge of sustainable new business. It will be a good opportunity to make some first contacts with the people with whom I share an office.

It occurred to me that, as the only English person, I should make the point that I appreciate what is inevitable: that they’ll speak English for my benefit.

This makes me feel lazy but I shouldn’t. Nobody could be fluent after six weeks.

Anyway, I will make the point.

Having the apartment sorted has made everything seem more solid.

It’s hard moving every few days and working out of an office where I don’t get guaranteed a seat, when the only constant is Daisy’s school day.

It’s half term this week so town is busy. There are lots of things for kids to do and lots of the people I need to contact for new business are taking time off to be with their families.

Tonight, Sarah is cooking bacon for the first time.

Bacon is almost impossible to get here.

They export the good stuff to the UK and leave us with the streaky stuff.