We spent the bulk of another day at the cottage at Nicoline’s place. Mirinda had some meetings planned, that never happened and I did some financial wizardry and wrote my blog post with the luxury of proper broadband. The day was once more glorious; the sun spreading warmth throughout the land. And, with the road builders having finished their work, it was also nice and quiet.
Today, unlike yesterday, I did manage to bring the tea and coffee so, at least, we didn’t spend a day of no refreshment. Again. And, while Mirinda’s meetings failed to occur, she at least Skyped with Sophie for three hours. Being in the same room, I heard all about the new house in Bath, the expensive food in Cornwall and how Tom was shocked to discover that he wasn’t born on the Isle of Wight.
Having talked her battery flat, Mirinda eventually signed off and we went to Tre Små Rum for a late lunch.
While there, I watched a couple of chaps who had just eaten. One said he was going to get some cake and would his friend like some. The friend shook his head and was pretty definite he didn’t want any. The other chap then went into the café and bought two big slices of chocolate cake.
The chap who didn’t want the cake cradled his face in his hands and shook his head. He clearly hadn’t wanted it and was surprised that his friend had bought him a piece anyway.
I mentioned this to Mirinda, saying that if I was in this situation, say with Nicktor, and he said he didn’t want cake, I wouldn’t buy him any. I would expect the same from him. I wonder, is this a Swedish thing? Forcing people to accept chocolate cake seems a bit odd to me.
After lunch, which consisted of no cake, Mirinda took the girls to the World’s End while I went shopping.
Another splendid day in Trosa.
Random thought
Something I’ve wondered for a long time is why American slaves embraced Christianity when it was the religion of their enslavers. It makes no sense to me. Is it some sort of Stockholm Syndrome? I assume that the tribes the slaves originally came from would have had their own belief system, and wonder why they didn’t keep that up rather than bow down to an enforced one. Did they just forget that they used to believe something else? And why believe in the same god that endorsed slavery in the first place?
