I am wearing woolly socks. The temperature has fallen rather dramatically. From heatwave to 10-15 degrees. It even rained yesterday. That’s the Danish summer for you. Wasn’t too good a day, yesterday. I had some kind of attack of the futility of the same day after day after day after.. I fell into bed and […]

It was bound to happen. Sooner or later. Inescapable. Today I lost a sock in the laundry, for the very first time. Or maybe I gained a sock? In any case I am left with an uneven number of socks. I shall have to grow a third foot, I’m afraid. It’s the only logical conclusion.