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The Running Man has a boat. It has a single sail and he regularly takes it out into the archipelago. He knows it well and loves sailing. He offered to take us out in the summer when the weather is fine. The water, to him, is a second home. He was married in the chapel near Landsort lighthouse.
We met in the woods. I was on my way to the ICA while he was puffing his way up a slight incline. We talked about extreme running, how some people keep running in order to get beyond the pain barrier, like a friend of his who is an extreme runner. We agreed that this person is clearly mad. Then again, he can run 50 kilometres which certainly saves on transport costs.
When he asked me how an Australian came to live in Trosa I explained how we moved to the UK then to Sweden after Brexit. He understood when I told him how we fell in love with Trosa after spending a day here.
After chatting – I think he needed the rest – he trotted off and left me to continue my walk to the shops where I met Jim the Poodle Man and his wife.
They still haven’t sold their house but are moving to a rental in Stockholm so they can be near Sean. They are returning to a city they left only a few years ago. It wasn’t clear from our conversation whether it was something they are looking forward to or whether the necessity outweighs their happiness. He talked about having a big box full of detective novels which they are wanting to give away.
They asked how my feet were going, offering me a lift home if I wanted it. I told them about the big change that the braces have made (I didn’t bother telling them about the recent gout incapacities) and thanked them for the offer but that it was important that I excercise. Jim reckoned it was quite a walk to the house and, when I said it was a lovely walk through the woods, he admitted he’d never been through them himself.
That reminded me of the man who used to work with Mirinda who lived in South Farnham but had no idea there was a massive, great park in the town, let alone having been there.
The rest of my day was spent trying to finish the book for the other book group. I managed to finish it just before falling asleep at the end of the day and that was after my e-reader died meaning I had to finish it on my phone, something I found quite irritating and annoying.
The only photo I took was of this electric potato peeler which I thought was a bit specialised for a supermarket to sell.
When I asked reddit who would need one, I was impolitely informed that people without mobility in their arms would find one helpful. While that definitely put me in my place, I can’t say I was convinced that the ICA would sell many.
