Can someone make me a drink?

While strapping Peter into his car seat yesterday afternoon, I placed my wallet on the top of the car. I do this all the time with car snacks, water bottles, whatever. Then we drove about 10 kilometers to a grocery, where I figured out how stupid! stupid! stupid! I had been.

Loosing my wallet is one thing. Loosing it in DK is great big mess. Not only credit cards (Dankort plus American cards - which would take forever - relatively speaking - to get new ones)...but our CPR cards. Again stupid! stupid! stupid!

BIG sigh of relief - I saw it peeking up along the side of the road, maybe 4 km from where we started. Luckily my wallet looks like a scrap of old fabric. I love it, but seeing it lying on the side of the road, it looks like garbage. Yes, I made myself a rum and coke when I got home.


As I was falling asleep that night, I remembered seeing it lying along the road. It was almost surreal, did that really happen. Not loosing the wallet, but actually being able to find the thing. The photo below is from the doll house museum at Egeskov Slot. They have a few odd ones. This one says - a soul departs the body as the doctor washes his hands.


And Friday night we discovered that there IS another size to Danish pizzas besides small.