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There was a bit of an odd kerfuffle in Nyköping today. Mainly due to my incompetent navigation. I thought the satnav was taking us to the old Euromaster tyre hotel rather than the new one. That mistake was because I’m an idiot. Why the other guy, in the little white van, did the same is anyone’s guess.
Still, eventually we continued the journey that we had originally been on (with the white van following us) until we reached the proper premises.
We were there in order to have our winter tyres attached (as discussed with KSP last week) and, while we were late for our scheduled appointment, they managed to slot us in, and we were on our way back home lickety-split.
Following the kerfuffle in Nyköping, there was a further one at home when my printer suddenly ran out of black ink. There were frantic attempts to try and work around the lack, but it was no good. It seems that you cannot replace a black cartridge with a blue one. Who knew? I needed more ink.
A dash to the Bokhandel proved fruitless, as did the same to Elon. In fact, Elon was worse because they had printer 604 black cartridges while I needed 603. That was quite annoying. Suffice it to say, the printer was declared useless and put to sleep.
While Mirinda worked away in her study, I took the girls for a walk around the mountain. Given it was around 5pm, the sun was set and it was very dark. Even so, we saw a few people abroad, wandering and jogging along the dark and eerie woodland tracks.
Though, the only fright was when we were back in our street. The final kerfuffle of the day happened when an elk, suddenly, took fright. Yes, my first close encounter with an elk. Actually, we gave each other a fright as we spotted each other at the same time and the elk took off. I was just stunned.
Of course, there was the time in Värmland when the elk blocked the road we were on, but they were further away, and I wasn’t walking by them.
Possibly the best thing was the lack of fireworks. There would be lots in the UK over the last few days. Reading back over past posts, it feels like every early November I’m huddled with the dogs while the sky explodes with unnecessary kerfuffle, noise and gunpowder. All of our dogs have hated fireworks. Their shivering is a testament to their fear.
I didn’t take any photos today, but here’s one of Anna Boom-Boom saying puss-puss to her husband during yesterday’s birthday kidnapping.
Oh, almost forgot, I received a wonderful birthday hamper from our UK accountants today, full of goodies too good to refuse.
