Danskar i affären: Yesterday I was on my way out of M&S in town, having gone upscale with my food shopping, when I heard two Scandinavians discussing whether some item of clothing made them look unnecessarily middle-aged (they were shopping in the wrong place if they wanted to avoid that). One woman spoke Swedish, the other spoke foreign-accented but recognisable trøndersk. I quite wanted to ask them how they'd ended up there. The idea that this town has a tourist industry unsettles me.
We had a lot of interview candidates in yesterday, and one of them came up to talk to me in the staff room, saying, "You look happy". Which in turn did make me happy. I suspect if it had happened today I would just have been annoyed, as I am tired, cabin-fevery and want nothing more than a bath. Also for tomorrow's away games to be cancelled so I don't have to take a minibus and sit in a field. And one of those warm salads from Pizza Express with the dough balls.
Norway in a week! The fact that I felt driven to reference En himla många program repeatedly in this post must mean I'm homesick.
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