Cunard commutes

Dressed in my merino socks with foxes, it is Monday morning and I am bound for Halmstad, the first real commute of the autumn semester. In just a few hours, I will be giving my opening lecture on research design to the third-year students preparing for their final theses later this term.

On the train beside me: a brand-new Cunard vacuum flask, filled with Lavazza americano, a deliberate protection against the lethal brew from the office machine. Perhaps not quite as exotic as during my Umeå years, but still a small luxury smuggled in from another world.