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Earlier this year, we had an unexpected visit from a man selling frozen fish from Göteborg, door to door. He was a very pleasant fellow who successfully sold me a load of delicious fish. We still have some in the freezer, which I will occasionally dip into. When he came before, he said he’d return some time later. And today, he fulfilled that promise.
It was an odd coincidence that, when I saw his head bob by the lounge room windows, I was watching an episode of Bon Appétit, Your Majesty and one of the cooks was preparing fresh fish in a typical Joseon way.
Anyway, he knocked lightly at the back (front) door and I greeted him from the kitchen doors. He came over, all smiles, calling me by name and speaking English. As I said, he is very pleasant as well as being a smart salesman. The interesting thing is that Emma didn’t bark.
Emma also went to him when he called her. She let him stroke her, rub her ears and speak to her in Swedish. Freya didn’t come near him at all, which is odd.
The fish man explained that he had just got a German shepherd puppy and Emma could maybe smell him. Given Emma’s distaste for German shepherds, I think that unlikely. I just think it’s one of Emma’s weird personality quirks. Maybe she thought the fish man was a fish woman. Emma only knows.
The fish man then flicked through his phone photo gallery to excitedly show me photos of his new puppy. And he was very big. There was a photo of them wrestling, and I said he needs to be careful because in a short while the dog will be bigger than him and win easily.
The fish man said that he’d recently owned a small dog who had, sadly, passed away (of old age) and the shepherd helped with the loss. I commiserated, saying that our two had served the same purpose.
Suffice it to say, after all that, I bought some lovely looking fish and the fish man promised to return in February.
My gouty left leg was feeling better so, given it was Advent Sunday, I collected together our advent candle lamps and put them in the appropriate windows to show the street that we know the right time to light up for Christmas. I think I’ve mentioned before that quite a few houses have jumped the gun.
And the kitchen looked particularly festive as I washed up before bed.
Sadly, my leg wasn’t good enough to take me down to the Trosa Christmas Market, which was today. I think it’s the first one I’ve missed since we’ve been here. Mind you, it was raining, which wouldn’t have been particularly pleasant.
Also, Mirinda wasn’t feeling too well this afternoon and was having a nap. She heard nothing of the fish man, let alone head down to the market.
