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One of the best things about shopping early on a Sunday morning is the walk through the woods. Listening to the chatter of birds, the buzzing of slowly waking insects, smelling the sweet scent of summer on the light breeze.
What can ruin an otherwise delightful start to the day is an inconsiderate prick on a moped. The noise, the stink, the grim face of the rider. Which is what happened to me as I made my way to the ICA this morning.
The unmistakable grating sound of a low stroke engine, just a step above a mower, arrived before the offending monster, which then hove into view. The super lazy rider looked very grim as he attempted to ruin my entire day. Or is it because he’s so stupid he can’t read a sign that says NOT MOPEDS?
Apart from the almost constant rain, this was the worst thing to happen to me today. The rest of it was spent finishing up making the house presentable for the Italian houseminders who arrived in the afternoon.
And what a lovely couple they are. I think the girls will be fine with them. They have a bit of experience looking after other people’s houses and pets.
Of course, after they arrived and we all sat down to fika, Freya sat on a lap and Emma was her usual reticent self. In fact, I think she knew something was up from the start of the day. Obviously she’s used to us doing housework but not quite as intensely. She spent most of her time sitting next to me or on my lap, regarding our visitors warily.
The Italians retired to the stuga to answer some work emails and make dinner and Mirinda suggested we give them the girls for a couple of hours. They sent a photo which indicates that everything will be okay.
My girl is very good at helping with correspondence.
