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I unexpectedly ran into, the very tall, Kevin this morning. I was at the ICA checkout, chatting to Sara who was scanning my groceries, when he appeared, instantly recognisable, walking towards me. He is a bit difficult to miss which was why, I imagine, he was the angel on top of the Christmas tree last May. Anyway, I haven’t seen him since, yet I knew who he was at once.
And, he recognised me.
We exchanged pleasantries, firstly in Swedish then in English. I told Sara to serve him nicely because he was a top fellow.
I then had a bit of a giggle with the woman at the prescription counter at the Apotek. I was ordering Emma’s eye gel. This is always a bit of a palaver to achieve as it has to be ordered before it can be picked up. There was more palaver than usual because the stocks are low, and, apparently, this makes it worse.
After we’d finished with the ordering palaver, the woman tried to guess my phone number. She was right with the ’07’ but then guessed ‘3’. I had to tell her she was terribly wrong to which she admitted it had been a guess. I said I’d like to say it was close but, alas, it certainly wasn’t.
It was all bit of a laugh, and made the palaver a little more palatable.
Back at home, Mirinda continues to improve while Freya seems to be at a stand still, both healthwise and just generally…err…standing still. Emma, of course, is just fine if somewhat overfed given she keeps finishing off Freya’s food as soon as my back is turned and Freya decides she’s had enough.
Girls aside, Mirinda and I spent some time on the deck discussing our plans for the future. Mirinda’s are to do with uni, environmental business and language classes, mine, I admitted were mostly to do with writing. And so, to make this possible, we worked out a schedule so I could manage to get some writing done.
My new plan begins tomorrow. It was a very productive chat.
Then, after lunch, all four of us hopped into the car and headed around the area, stapling Riksteater posters to the many boards dotted around the countryside. We even managed a couple of new ones. But, as usual, the most picturesque one was the weird round pillar down near the harbour. (Our poster is the black one with The Lovebirds written on it.)
It’s a pity the posters are so big because it’s like all the poster people are fighting for a bit of real estate that is getting increasingly difficult to find.
