I have two pieces of rather big news. Concerning the playground. But I am too tired to type much. So I will instead tease you with a couple of pictures.

That may not be a very good picture technically, but there is something about it that calms me, soothes me. 3B at ease.

Etched in sunshine. Washed out, worries washed away.

Calm, quiet, sweet, soft tranquility.

I had a very odd dream last night. I dreamt that Mathilde and Magnethe became intelligent. I mean, like humans. They’re already pretty smart. But it was some kind of research facility. They did experiments. Mathilde and Magnethe were pigs. But that wasn’t an experiment, that was just normal. For some reason they were pigs. And they could talk. But then the government wanted to take them away. And I helped them escape through a window. And other strange things happened. Odd. Very odd.

My fingers look like grandpa’s. But to my defence, I had been digging around in the mud.

When I got to the playground yesterday, I couldn’t find the goats. Per came walking by. I asked him where they were. He said “Oh they must have gone up there again”. Pointed up at the concrete blocks. The houses next to the playground. We went up there together to look for them. After looking through the hole block I went up on the little hill that surrounds it and looked down upon the parking lot. And there they were.

Out on adventures. The lambs where there too. That was the only thing that surprised Per. They don’t usually go out on walkabouts. But the goats, you can never be sure about them. I wish they really could talk. Oh the stories they would tell.