My boys and I have just spent three days munching our way around Stockholm's finest cake shops.

Stockholm is my kind of town, I expected to see LA type perfection but instead saw a lot of healthy looking Swedes lustily digging into cloudberry muffins, carrot cake and the hugest cups of hot chocolate I've ever seen.

I was in heaven.

The healthy eating diet went out of the window and I've missed three trips to the gym arghhh.

But as it's an eye wateringly expensive city (we're talking over £20 for a couple of cups of coffee and cake), instead of taking taxis we walked everywhere.

It was great, although as my little one refused to get into his pram and spent the entire time pushing it with me steering it (Daddy wasn't allowed to touch it) we must have made quite a comical sight.

Especially during one instance when he got tired after a couple of miles and had the biggest tantrum he's ever had.

People stopped to gawp and one old man wearing a trilby was so fascinated by this screaming, furious bundle that he stopped, walked past us, stopped again, walked past us and just stared.

I nearly shouted some abuse but instead dived into a shop and left my husband to deal with it. (I know, I know it was terrible thing to do) Jack only calmed down when I carried him the rest of the way and he promptly fell asleep.

Apart from another episode at passport control where I pretended he wasn't my child (well he was loudly protesting about his life at the time) he was an angel, and helped give me a really good workout pushing that pram up those hills.

My legs are still stiff and it was much more enjoyable than going to the gym.

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