First day in Denmark. Long day in Denmark. I'm currently rolling myself a cigarette with liqourice paper, after enjoying a delightful cheese (on Danish ryebread) sandwich with a carpet of mustard. It's 22.35 and I'm in my mothers kitchen, no dogs around - which is slightly frustrating as it's so much nicer with a dog to keep you company after a long travel (a whole 1 1/2 hour flight) from England.
My sister is being a teenager too the limit and my mother is at a concert with a old Danish singer with greasy hair. I'm accmpanied by David Bowie. If not in person, then at least in tight jeans and orange hair.
Drove my mum to the concert and then up to see my grandmother for tea drinking and seriously chocolatestuffing. Then the teenager called and begged for a ride to the town with a wet dog, that she insisted to bring with her and a bicycle, that she insisted I should bring home. In a couple of hours, she'll most likely insist on being picked up.
I was going to make strawberry porridge, Danish styel, but skipped the idea for tonight.
Nothing is unpacked and probably won't be today. I'm tired and will end this rant of nothing and then do nothing, maybe I'll watch some nothing on the Tv and then go to bed, hoping that I won't have a sister calling and insisting.
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In every good story there is a bike ....I think!
Guess what I collected today near a very nice pub?
And like your sister I had a lovely person helping me to push it uphill. I am not the kind of woman that asks for help carrying a ridiulously small bag! But I reached the pub on my old "Raleigh" and couldn't imagine how to handle two of them.
Now I babbled about two bikes but it didn't made a good story :-)
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