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We were in my study as Harald was busy laying Mirinda’s new floor. Emma was asleep in the dog bed and Freya, as usual, was happily snoring away on my chair behind me. I had put the dog bed in my study after yesterday when Emma decided she had to be with us because Harald was around.
Harald was just finishing up, using a compressor to push in pins around the edges. There was the usual whoosh of air then a loud kerschtung as the air forced the tiny nails into the wood.
Freya suddenly stood up and forced her way onto my lap, looking up at me as the odd new noise continued. She looked fearful and confused. I gently assured her that all was fine and she should just lay down and return to her favourite place: sleepy town. But then Harald would fire a few more nails and she would leap up once more. This went on for a while.
I looked behind me but the noise wasn’t bothering Emma at all. She was asleep and all at peace.
Not that the noise lasted that long. Harald very soon announced he’d finished the floor and I could start putting everything back. And, as usual, the job was very well done and the room looked beautiful.
Most of the rest of my day was spent returning everything to where it was. Before I took things out, I photographed where they were so that Mirinda would come home to a complete study, almost exactly like the one she left, but without the crappy carpet.
Then, a lot later, Nicoline turned up, and we headed into Trosa for dinner.
We headed for the Stadshotell where, it seems, they have a Wednesday special. This seems to be a set menu for a set price. We had toast skagen followed by a delicious schnitzel. And, who knew? They have a few non-alcoholic wines on offer, one of which I tried and it wasn’t half bad. I didn’t feel like a booze imposter.
The meal was lovely and the chat delightful, though I may have dominated it a bit. I realise this comes from loving the sound of my own voice a little too much. Not that that stopped Nicoline being somewhat critical of our server. I thought it was all quite humorous while Nicoline was a bit scathing of the woman’s attitude.
I was more interested in the fact that there were a lot of English speakers in the restaurant.
Anyway, it was an enjoyable evening made even more so by a gift. Nicoline had bought me a sodastream after I’d shown an interest in hers. I had mentioned it once when talking about an alternative to alcoholic drinks, saying how I like fizzy water. She spotted it in the loppis and grabbed it.
