I can’t find my rabbit!

I had an unexpected busy morning today. My plans went a bit awry following the discovery yesterday that the Coop didn’t have any pistachios. That might seem a bit mundane. However, Mirinda had ordered lamb and pistachio rissoles for dinner which is a bit lacking without them.

Of course, that meant an unscheduled trip to the ICA. As the snow fell.

That sounds more dramatic than it actually was. The snowfall was very small and was hardly an inconvenience. Actually, I rather like walking while snow is falling.

It was just before the cemetery, on the way home, that I received a desperate message. Mirinda had misplaced her lovely and warm, rabbit fur hat. It was a desperate call to arms. She wanted me to head over to the station and see if it was in the car. She was in Stockholm for uni.

After arriving home and placating the girls, I turned around and headed back out into the wintry world. I caught a bus to Vagnhärad, found the hat, messaged Mirinda of my success then caught the same bus back.

As we approached Trosa, the radio in the bus started playing White Christmas which sent the driver into a hearty rendition of his own. He really was a very happy bus driver. He was so happy, and so full of the Christmas spirit, that he dropped me and the only other passenger on the bus, outside the ICA rather than the timber yard.

Disaster averted, I walked into the house for a second round of excited puppies. I then set to work in the kitchen. And the stuga. It had to be ready for Fi, who arrived today.

Finally, we all sat down to dinner – Mirinda, Fi, Jason and I – and spent most of the night drinking various alcoholic delights in front of a beautifully blazing fire.

It was a far cry from my earlier mercy dash.

And I mustn’t forget to mention the fact that, following yesterday’s piece in the paper, I was recognised on the way home. A neighbour said he now knew all about me. He didn’t mention the ice floors and common monkeys.