Jason slept in a bit today. He emerged from the stuga after midday. Normally, I’d think this a bit excessive but, in this case, it was understandable. His final night in Hamburg had been plagued by snorers, one of whom packed and left the hostel at some ungodly hour. Jason said his sleep time was meagre and unrealistic. So, obviously, he slept in today.
Apart from the final night’s lack of sleep, he had a fantastic time in Hamburg, with lots of parkour and an amazing few hours at the Miniatur Wunderland. After Mirinda found out about it, she said we had to visit Hamburg. Every time I’ve mentioned visiting the city, she’s been a bit half-hearted about the possibility. Given her love of miniature things, this has now changed.
After lunch (a lovely, creamy and chilled avocado soup) we headed over to KSP and Jonas’ place to tend the chooks. They are away this week and asked Mirinda to feed and water the chickens, collect any eggs and feed the cats. Of course, she said yes.
The smell of the coop as I stood outside immediately transported me back to Cambridge Park where we lived for a while when I was in my early teens. We had a chicken run at the back of the garden. It was very similar to KSP’s. Especially the smell.
I didn’t actually go inside the hen house because I wasn’t wearing chicken poo shoes like Mirinda – the ones that KSP pointed out to her. I think my stretchy, cloth coated shoes would have transported the smell home with us, along with the memories. So I just carried the food down and the eggs back up (there were five) as well as feed the cats.
I say ‘cats’ but we only saw one. There’s apparently two.
We’ll be returning on Thursday, so maybe I’ll see the other one then.
