…..in my garden. nothing to be proud of. but a little funny. i came here because of my job, so i live in a rented apartment. – the same building where i have my work. it was built in 1947 and nothing much have been done in the apartment since then. it is falling apart. at the moment it is impossible to get people to do the work. the county actually pays a lot of money to “headhunters” to find young families in Netherland that wants to relocate to Norway. and many do. a young man live upstairs- that explains the bear-bottles. he is a good boy. works with oil in the north-sea: two weeks work and four at home. so mostly i am on my own.
i don’t know about the rest of the world, but in Norway we are celebrating mothers -day. every-once mother gets flowers and gifts today. we have never been big on that in my family. dad always said that we should celebrate our mother every day. -we did…-most days.
