A story from the bed

One night my mother was really tired. I mean… Really tired! So when she went to bed, my father tried as hard as that individual can to comfort her and pet her on the back. He put a lot of effort and heart into it, and mother sighed off pleasure. Then my father asked her if she was feeling a little better and she replied: Yes, Zhivago is washing my toes!

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Easter memories

It was really good the Easter holiday! I sort of took the whole island-jumping round to the fullest. First Kvitsøy, then Nøtterøy and finally Sulo. No point to go island jumping in Greece when you have islands here too. Best was probably Sulo, because then I had my sidekick Haggis with me. And a couple of aunts who could give us dried fish. I like it when we have people who’s only job is to feed us with candy. That´s life!!

Easter memories
Easter memories

Walking on the beaches looking at the bitches

Never heard Peaches by the Stranglers? Do it!

Easter by the seaside

Now enough time is spent goofing around. South Norway, Eastern Norway and all the rest of Norway. It is Sulo that counts. Out to sea! Preferably with a good buddy to walk around the rocks and sniff the scents of all living things, and of  everything that will fall into our stomachs. And guess what has made ​​its marks in the first picture. And guesswho’s back on track the next picture! Exactly! It’s Zhivago and Haggis from Nordnesmafian!

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