Evening, tooth fairies - it'll be my turn on Friday to see the dentist:(
Yesterday I went to Gamla stan (Old Town) to check out a bracelet. My sis P (who lives down south in a much smaller town) has asked me to scout for a bracelet suitable for engraving something to remember her old bitch by. I've suggested this poem by Edith Wharton
My little old dog:
A heart-beat
At my feet.
...or rather perhaps just the words "a heartbeat at my feet", and she liked that, so now we search out the right bracelet. Had mung dhal soup and other goodies at Old Town's veggie joint, I love that soup. Chai Latte is nice too, Shaney - I used to have a fantastic recipe, wonder where that went... At the moment I'm enjoying PG Tips as recommended by you Robi. Didn't like the first one, which I had without milk, but with milk it's delicious.
Hippie gone again... VINNY! You're not allowed to stay away for this long you know. Now if it should come to our biddy attention that you've been flaunting your credentials over at that drawing site or anywhere else you know what will happen: We'll travel to Devon and push 19 sh1tehawks through your letter box - us Swedes are good at those things you know
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Welcome home jno, missed you! Neti, sorry, can't help, never heard of that - except, you can find your desktop through the search function in the start menu, I suppose?