If Ulrika were a chemical name, she would be (Hg), mercury. Not because she is toxic but because she is so rarely keen on helping out in all areas. And because what she touches most often turns into gold – in the worst case, silver. Whatever she undertakes happens fast and with a very good mood and infectious laughter. A classic rock that must never get sick. Then the congregation collapses.
Reluctant to listen to: nonsense and out of tune singing.