Freja and Good Friday.

Peter and Bettina came by around 10:30 and there is no doubt that Freja likes her Uncle Peter! She stayed awake most of the day and was on her best behaviour, charming and playing games and making her funny monster noises much to Peters amusement.

Around 17:00 we drove out to my parents and had dinner with them. Its been a while since I was last out there and things have certainly changed since most of the tree’s are now gone and those that are left have yet to grow new leaves so the place looked pretty windswept and desolate. My Dad’s workshop however looks to be ever more comfortable and his little traction engine is coming along slowly but surely. As usual my Dad was infatuated with Pip and we all sat around the dinner table like so many chimpanzees overjoyed at a new arrival to the group. Whenever Freja made a noise, it was immediately copied by at least two adults. Freja tried ice cream for the first time and liked it so much she made a swipe at my Dad’s plate.



I was in a funny mood and laughing merrily at the smallest thing. My throat is still sore so my laughter was almost inaudible (I sound a bit like Nigel).

Peter brought news from København and Malmø in Sweden where he and Bettina have an idea to move so as to be closer to Denmark. The advantages of living in Germany are becoming fewer and further between and Sweden looks to be a cheaper alternative than moving back to Denmark, which Peter is reluctant to do due to the extreme costs of owning a large Land Rover in Denmark (Peter is a hardcore LR enthusiast) Alas, their first day in Malmø, some body slashed one of their tires, so thats hardly a good omen. Peter reckoned it might be because the car is wearing German plates though. Apparently Germans aren't that popular in Sweden, though I've never that before.

Today I am alone. Mette and Pipski have gone north to visit the in-laws in Ålborg. There is to be a festive lunch tomorrow but I am too ill and worn out from yesterday to attend so I have stayed at home to listen to Rammstein, build my inn model and wallow in the comfort of my own company. (Had Kristian been back from Holland I think I would have attended regardless of how I felt though)



OBS.
Peter, Jeg fandt ud af i dag at jeg har ikke taget et eneste billeder af Bettina med hendes ny hår. Kan du ikke sende en til mig når du sender billederne fra København!