Home again
So now I’m home again. It’s nice to be home, but… I think we might have had WWIII in the livingroom while I was away…
I started my happy homecoming by cleaning the boys cage. It was needed. Old kebab mixed with excrements smells pretty awful.
My travel went pretty well, and I got home one houre earlier then expected. Here comes the sucky parts:
The middle age men behind me on the bus to the airport, who were loudly talking about what kind of roofing that was best on different types of houses. The whole trip.
The guys behinde me in the check in line, who somehow refused to understand that you are not allowed to bring more then 100ml of liquid through the safety controll.
The strike on Skavsta airport that delayed my luggage with 30 minutes (we landed 25min early, so it really wasn’t to bad time plan wise. But sitting in a crowded, hot and badly ventilated room for an extra 30 minutes sucked).
The Deine Lakaien concert friday was really really good. No more comments on that.
But I’m still stunned by the excessive amount of bad taste gathered in that one concert hall! I mean, crushed velvet cloaks? Fake corsets in cheap PVC? Fat women in TIGHT lace shirts? Good lord… And the man in front of me
wore a tartan trucker hat.
After the concert Juliane and me went tango dancing. Fionna and her friend went home. I had such a great time! I LOVE to dance, and I can watch people dance for houres.
Saturday was Fionnas birthday party. It was fun, and I really like one of their friends who’s called Heike.
Now I’m gonna make some tea.
