the inbetween days

Note to myself: don't leave daughter alone at home with her brother for more than ten minutes. She might just go outside in the cold cold winter dressed in a mini skirt, cotton tights and a piece of lace around her thigh.

And with a rooster at hand.
At least, her indoor activites are a bit more predictive.

And me?
Just fine. Actually, just arrived by train in Oslo, sitting at a cafe waiting for a friend to pick me up.
Ahead of me lies twelve days of delving into the world of massage. And maybe some blogging. I really miss Corner View!