Wow it has gotten cold. Freezing in fact. I deduce this by the fact that all the puddles have iced over. Also I can see it snowing in some of the footie transmissions on the telly. Snowing! Unfortunately in other parts of the country, not where I live. But who knows. Maybe I will get snow soon as well. Oh I would like that very much.

It hailed the other day. In fact it started hailing right when I was leaving the goats on Thursday. I felt a little bad about it. They went up to the fence to see me off and then the hail began to fall and they started running around, Mads complaining loudly and swirling his head about. I think they like hail even less than they like rain. I felt a little bad about leaving them like that. But then sitting outside in the hail is not much fun for a human either. So I ran like a chicken for the safety of the bus stop.

Today I had dinner with the parents. We had duck, which we very rarely have. I got to bring the leftovers home. I shall duck for days. And my mother promises soup, soon. And now I am tired and shall go to bed relatively early. Before midnight. Imagine that.

I did a little shopping today. Supplies for the weekend. And I went by the supersized santas. There was only one left. I think I said that they were almost big as I am? That was a lie. They are bigger. They are taller and wider. They are huge santas and I wish, oh I wish, I could justify spending that amount of money on something so pointless. Maybe next christmas, when I am rich and famous. If everything goes according to plan.

Other than that it’s been a quiet Saturday. Nowt much going on. The footie went well. My beloved Brøndby won 3-0. We now have an 8 game unbeated run. After a horribly poor start to the season things are looking up. That does wonders for my mood.

As do these munchkins:

Mads likes to chew on my sleeve. I like to let him, even though I suppose I shouldn’t. I’ll put my hand up on top of his head so my arm runs along his face and he’ll twist his mouth around until he can start munching on the sleeve. It’s what we do.

A poor picture of Magnethe, but I like the squinting eye. Scratching goats, it’s one of my favourite passtimes.

Finally a word to the people involved in the writer’s strike in America: If you cause Lost to stay off the telly until 2009 then I will personally make sure that you are all abducted by martians. Don’t take this threat lightly. It is within my power and I am mad enough to do it.

The end.