A long story

It all started with Klara shoplifting stuff at Willy's supermarket. When we weren't looking, she streched and got hold of a pack of baby wipes. Sneaking it into the packed cart was not a problem. Just as we had paid for everything and were on our way from the register, we found it next to her. Back and pay please. None of us realised that the other didn't put it in there, and we didn't even discuss it until we got home. Klara didn't come forward of course. Here she is later, denying it all. Feels like a Winona Ryder deja-vu.


I had a feeding frenzy, eating two slices of bread with salami, and a little later seven (7) buns with salami. I was almost rolling away from the table. Laying on the sofa for half an hour was just what the doctor ordered.


Eventually, Klara fell asleep on my belly, and Cilla wanted to take a picture, she was so cute she said. Unfortunately, she forgot that her husband is a whacko, and when she saw the picture, she cracked up. Haven't seen her giggle like crazy for a while. Can't see why...


She couldn't really stop, which made me start laughing really hard, and of course Klara bounced around on me and woke up. She was quite puzzled by what was happening. Falling asleep with us were always a safe and cozy way. Life is a tough teacher.