Dating in Trosa

Louise, from next door, came over for coffee this afternoon and told us about the hazards associated with dating people in Trosa. Mostly, the problem is that almost everyone knows almost everyone else and random strangers will know the details of your night out almost before you do. It is worse when your ex comes from Trosa.

Today marks the first time I’ve actually met her, though, obviously, I’ve said hello when I’ve seen her in the street. I guess I would have met her had she taken Nicoline up on the offer of our toilet after she’d backed into the ditch not long after she moved in. Unfortunately I can’t find the post, so there is no link, but it was one of those weird and wonderful things that I routinely report on.

We chatted about all the work she has had to do on the house to make it liveable and Mirinda confirmed that it looks so much better now, having been given the tour by both Beth in the past and now Louise in the present.

We also chatted about the problems with nepotism in the Swedish world of teaching. It’s not very lagom if you ask me. This was only one example of unfair employment advantage, so I am not going to name names but, it is there all the same.

Anyway, we had a lovely couple of hours chatting about all sorts, laughing a fair bit and, basically, enjoying each other’s company. On our parting, Mirinda suggested that Louise come over for some French food following my return from the Cooking Retreat. Mirinda keeps offering French food upon my return. I reckon I’ll be very busy in my tiny kitchen.

The only other thing worth writing about from today was the progress on the strange building behind the Trosa mini putt putt. It appears to be almost finished though it wouldn’t be ready for this afternoon’s free mini golf day advertised on an A board outside the ICA.

Note that the big black thing is not part of the construction. It is a shipping container with tools in it.

Prick of the Week

It seems like a very long time since I’ve included one of these in a post. Okay, I’ve seen a few inconsiderate drivers but nothing really report worthy. Until this morning. And this one is a doozy.

I was just leaving the ICA when this car suddenly and without regard for anyone else in the world, appeared and parked across a disabled space. The driver’s door opened and a young chap jumped out, shut the door behind him and ran into the supermarket. He left the engine running.

Obviously he was in a big hurry for something small – snus maybe? Or fags? I don’t know what he needed but, about ten minutes later, he reappeared carrying a paper shopping bag containing his purchase.

He jumped back into the car and, I figured he’d just zoom away but, no, he actually sat in the car for another five minutes (engine still running) before, finally leaving.

Considering the fact that it was early on a Sunday morning, I wonder he didn’t just park right outside the automatic doors at the pick-up spot. Or in any one of the other thousand available spots. But, no, this guy was a master prick and had the right to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

I was going to blank out his number plate but decided not to given he must be awfully proud of his parking skills to show them off in this manner. It’s also good for anyone considering dating him. If this prick in a white Mercedes turns up at your door, wanting to take you to dinner, you can safely say you have been warned.

Actually, if I was a driver, I could easily have jumped in and driven the car away, possibly parking it in the river. Such a pity I’m not.