Went and got my glasses fixed today. Smooth sailing. Only took five minutes to replace the frame. Not the whole frame. Just that bar thing, on the left. The one that goes over the ear? You know the one. Yes, yes. And now it’s as good as new and my glasses stay fixed on my face. Just like they’re supposed to.

Other than that, nothing to report.

We, as in the family, might be going back to the City Hall café on Sunday. It’s my brother’s birthday, so we might go and get dinner there. I’d like that. I have been thinking about the “stegt flæsk med persillesovs”. It was so good! I can’t get it out of my head. I want more, more, more! So maybe on Sunday. It’s a bit too expensive there for me to just go and get dinner by myself. But with parents paying, that’s a price I can handle. And then next weekend it’s mama’s soup time. So there’ll be good eats.

If we do go the café again then I’m going to have to bring home the leftovers this time. I only ate half of the pork slices last time. My mum and dad even took one each and there were still plenty leftover. My dad offered to put the rest in a bag so I could bring them home. But I felt too self conscious about it. Even though the place was practically empty. But oh next time I will grab it all. I wonder if I could fill my pockets with sauce? But where to put the potatoes then…

Damn, I’m getting myself hungry now. Where’s the buffet at?

Oh, the goats ate it all. Darn.

I’m feeling much better today. I went and saw the (imaginary) doctor, and he prescribed me 50 mg of goatziness, stat.

It worked wonders.

Before I went to the (imaginary) doc and the (real) goats, I stopped by the old house to help out with some computer stuff. In return I got a plastic bag full of apples that my dad had collected and some overdue carrots. Perfect for the goats. Normally I’d only give them a little bit at a time, but it was raining and some of the apples and carrots were rather mushy and I didn’t feel like dragging it all with me when I left the playground. So I just plopped it all on the ground and let them feast on it.

Naturally they were quite excited by that. It’s a poor picture, but I like how they’re all four in there.

What a difference a goat makes.

I got an SMS from the optician today, my new frames are ready. So tomorrow I’ll go downtown and get the glasses fixed. That’ll be nice. No more rubberband solutions.

And that’s a bout it. Finis, fnis.