Tallyho. Greetings traveller. Sit down and have a beer. We'll discuss poetry till the night turns to day. Aye.

A rainy morning. A grey day.

A headachy tired day. But there you go. Not much happened at work. The kindergarten kids came as they do often on Thursdays. They always make me smile. The little rugrats, running around wildly everywhere, crawling under tables. Ayhan and I was doing some work in the hall when they were there. We had some pieces of string and we left them on the table because we had to go get something. When we came back at least 5 of the little scamps had taken string and were running around with it. The string had noose in one end and one little girl had gotten her leg into the noose and she was running around like that with the string around her leg. Fun little humans.

There were a few revelations at coffee. None too pleasant either. Remember René the heathen soldier? He doesn't work at the Barn anymore. But he had borrowed money from Salla. And he wasn't able to pay them back. Salla went to his place and ended up beating him up. I don't like that, not one bit. The general feeling around the coffee table was that René deserved it. Karen and Bent even seemed to be happy about it. René was somewhat disliked by most I guess. But even if someone deserves a beating I don't think you should beat them. I guess I'm a big old pacifist. Just yesterday Skye was saying how I was a lot like a hippie hehe. But anyway. I like Salla. He's a good guy. So I really didn't need to know this. I don't need the mental image of him pounding on René. Violence is not the answer. And drugs are for losers. Are you listening out there, kids?

René paid the money back a few days later. Wearing sunglasses and bruises.

The smart people and wise guys may ask themselves why René didn't just beat up Salla? After all René is a heathen soldier, the Danish equivalent of a navy seal. Yeah yeah. Apparently they were all lies. His stories and all. I always suspected that, but then he did have a very convincing military tattoo. And I'm a pretty naive person at times. So I guess I believed most of it. But that was one of the reasons he was disliked, he always bragged and went on and on and on. Me, I just thought he was interesting. Oh well. I guess you can't trust anyone. They'll lie and beat and beg and borrow. All the little rugrats grow up sinners.

Now isn't that depressing?

Hooray.

np: nothing