Visiting the family

I mentioned to mum and dad that I had been to the Threepenny opera, upon which we all simultaneously began to hum Mack The Knife while making dinner. It was like… I don’t know what it was like. It was nice.
After dinner (rice, salad and homemade minced steak made of the deer our neighbour had shot) I sat for hours in the sun drinking tea with my grandmother. The cats were running around, and so were the hens. I played the piano even though I’ve forgotten how.
My youngest brother had caught lots of flatfish (rødspette to be exact) and he gave me one of them.



In five minutes I’ll fry it in butter and eat it.