OUT FOR A TOUR, NEVER MAD

Out on a trip never sad - gomorron ♥️ It was a late night to compensate for being out and about all day. The pile of Mail and questions and lists and orders and invoices to both pay and send was a couple of stories high.

And it was washed away. Baam. Ready for a new beautiful day! The piles sorted, orderly. The accountant happy. I even happier. And besides, I had met my good suppliers and put them in more work. Everything works fantastically with a star CREW at home in Sweden 🧨♥️🤸🏻‍♀️🤛🏻
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I managed to slip in about "my Italian ICA" before they closed. And I end up in food heaven every time. I enjoy and drool at miles of fruit and vegetable counters, cheese counters, fish counters. CAKE plates!

My Norwegian ex Arild once said many years ago: You teeengker juuu baaaare poooo maaat heeelee tiiidaa duuu... 😂 haha ​​it's true! I'm always thinking about food. What I should cook, compose, mix, test. And HERE in Italy I am normal. Here I am MUTTI, who will make sure that the stove is full of pots that simmer all day. Now I don't have anyone who would eat anything that simmers... not even the dogs are here, but the dream exists and until then I slowly drag myself happily forward at "ICA" and fill my basket with too much of the good stuff. Also, my grumpy old man recognized me yesterday. I thought he was scolding me, but when I said for the third time in tentative Italian that I only speak English, he brusquely gave me an "ica card" so that I would get SEK 6 off something I bought. Unclear what.

The grumpy old man is also a bit kind and has to be patient with the Swedish lady who actually starts an Italian course already on Tuesday.
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Today the morning starts with a bath, coffee, view. Then adventure. ♥️ m.