Jag ska inte skriva någonting på svenska
February 28th, 2001Snow, snow, snow. It has done so an (apparently) unusual amount here of late; and they're predicting another 10cm to fall tomorrow. It seems that there is enough to ski upon, for Görel plans to do so at the local golf course sometime in the near future. Perhaps that shall provide an interesting tale.
The Swedish test yesterday was, well, a Swedish test. Not the most enthralling task, but I think I did fairly well. Tomorrow I shall find out if this is so, I guess.
Nothing much else happened yesterday — the sales are all still on, so I had a look around and ended up coming home with a lovely new Swedish dictionary. Of course, the only reason I bought it was because it has plenty of pretty pictures — even one of a känguru.
This morning I discovered that waiting in the cold, wind and snow for longer than half an hour for a bus is not fun. Perhaps, I thought after one had finally arrived, just perhaps, that is why they built those funny-looking little bus shelters.
I still have no idea why the scheduled Blå Express bus (which is yellow, by the way) never showed up.
Nu är min hjärna död så jag skall sluta skriva. OK?