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Today Mirinda managed to arrange for a non-emergency appointment at the pet hospital for Freya. It will be next week and will include x-ray and ultrasound, two things that the vet wants her to have. There will also be a blood test. Poor Freya. Mind you, today she seemed a lot more like her old self than she has for a while. And she ate. Of course, I realise that’s the drugs she’s on but still…
Talking of pets, Nicoline is away for a few days and asked if we could pop over and feed Selma for her. Of course, we said yes, and so, this morning, I gave her some cat food and, as per Nicoline’s suggestion, sat and watched her eat.
It took a while to convince her to come and eat but, eventually, her meowing gave way to her tummy and she strolled into the kitchen for a feed. Obviously, I didn’t get to stroke her given her anti-social attitude, but maybe she’ll let me after a few days. Who knows? Only Selma.
Back at home, I made the amuse-bouche for Saturday night’s French dinner. It was soon sitting in the rapidly filling fridge. ‘Rapidly filling’ because I did most of the shopping for the meal this morning. Note that I already did some last week before the postponement.
On my way to the ICA I came across a surprising scene.
Last week, we listened to a story on Sweden in Focus, a podcast from The Local which we listen to during dinner. The story was concerning the fact that, it seems, Sweden is currently the number one country when it comes to people not smoking. I read something similar in, I think, The Guardian as well.
According to the World Population Review, only 5.5% of Swedes smoke tobacco. I assume this includes pipes and cigars as well as cigarettes. But, obviously, not snus. 5.5% is, apparently, as good as zero in this context.
The Swedish population, as of today, is 10,702,896. Given that 5.5% of them smoke means that 588,659 of them are still puffing away. Which is a long way from zero, if you ask me. It’s like the rule that a train in the UK is only deemed late if it arrives more than five minutes late.
Anyway, the reason I’m writing about this is because I reckon 5.5% of Trosa’s population has decided that the Second Bench is clearly their meeting place.
They are not an invisible percentage. I wonder why they felt the need for earplugs though. Surely gas masks would have been more appropriate.
And, can I just say that Nicoline is enjoying my book. That has made me very happy.
