It’s been a week of really lovely weather. Two women we met swimming in the sea referred to it as an Indian Summer. Which must be great, considering we understand there hasn’t been a Danish one.
We’re slowly but surely getting into the routine of getting up early. We’re on the road by 715am and we know all the best ways to wiggle through the city to school. We’ve ranked supermarkets from Fotex to Remy 1000 and we’ve likened ones like Fakta to Tesco Metro. This has helped us keep our costs down. We don’t have a freezer so we’re having to plan what we eat more. And we’re not really wasting any food at all. Some things are more expensive in Denmark but you can avoid them if you shop around a little.
Daisy did her first big bike ride yesterday - 17km to a really awful little village with hardly any shops but a tower block not dissimilar to the one in Mary, Mungo and Midge.
(Daisy hadn’t heard of Mary, Mungo and Midge before, either. Take a look on YouTube.)
Not having a TV is very liberating. We didn’t watch much in the UK so it’s not as though we’re missing Corrie or EastEnders. But we don’t find ourselves slumped in front of a screen watching things for the sake of something to do. We have a few Only Fools And Horses videos and a handful of episodes of Fawlty Towers and that’s it.
Daisy spends hours amusing herself on the swing under the tree outside. Or obsessing about her new bike, which she loves. She’s becoming much more outdoorsy. She rarely has the family iPad in her mitts.
Sarah and I are slowly crawling back into work mode. It’s difficult here because we don’t have a lot of space and it’s a holiday home so everything about it suggests you should be relaxing. We’re also quite worried about the lack of rental property on the market and/or the speed at which it’s snapped up when it goes up online.
I’ve been into town once to stock up on plug adaptors and paper for writing letters. The City of Smiles hasn’t disappointed. I went into an old fashioned hardware shop that is - as many old fashioned hardware shops are - slap bang in the middle of the city centre. I told the shopkeeper I couldn’t find a way of inserting our electric toothbrush plug into an adaptor I’d bought from them. Puzzled, he opened a new adaptor pack with his pen-knife. Then he managed to do what I hadn’t. So, it worked perfectly. I felt guilty so I offered to pay for the product he’d opened. But he wouldn’t hear anything of it. “You don’t have to pay for it. It’s just good service," he said.