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Trosa looked beautiful this afternoon. We had been at a Riksteatern meeting at Kirsten’s house and, looking out over the river filled me with happiness. I felt a great joy infuse my body. I was at peace. So much so that I was fighting sleep, sitting at the table listening to a fascinating blend of Swedish and English.
A play was chosen, followed by the usual discussion around how to get audiences to come and see it. Peter once more said we needed to let the general, theatre loving population of Trosa realise the savings that could be made with membership. Posters with the theatres offering special deals for card holding patrons was decided.
As the meeting wound down, a date was eventually chosen for the next meeting, and we ended with a meal prepared by Kirstin’s husband.
As we left, Mirinda suggested it was a bit pointless me being on the committee given my lack of Swedish. She, of course, understood a lot more of what was going on. I didn’t point out the fact that I’d been saying this since the first meeting we attended. Not that I was particularly bothered.
I thought the idea of them having to speak in English was always unreasonable. It was their idea and they happily comply most of the time but I just think it’s unreasonable.
The language thing makes me wonder at my usefulness at all, let alone at meetings. I feel a bit like a spare toe in a pair of thongs, standing around, like a mute, mumbly greeter.
Anyway, it is what it is and I continue to help where I can.
The rest of the day was spent preparing for my impending journey. Squeezing 12 days worth of clothing into a small suitcase then removing various items in order to make more room. Not that it’s really possible to make more room where none existed before.
Speaking of space, I have found out what the new construction at the mini putt putt is going to be. It’s to be a licensed cafe, hopefully ready for full operation by June with outside seating, overlooking the golf course. There was a big story about it in the OSP today.
In the meanwhilst, poor Freya is very slowly returning to some sort of new normal. She ate more today, eating a sachet of cat food before bed and half a tin of dog food for lunch. Oh, and Mirinda went to Zumba, which wasn’t cancelled today.
Almost forgot. I also made a couple of shepherd pies for Mirinda to have while Chez Gaz is temporarily closed for business. They are in the freezer along with a mustard stuffed, bacon wrapped chicken breast.
The almost falling asleep thing was, possibly, because I spent a fair bit of time learning some tax stuff from Mirinda. I had supplied her with some figures, and she explained to me the relevance of each number. This is a guaranteed way of putting me to sleep.
