Guitar

Spent quite a lot of time today, simply trying to find a place where I could buy a guitar, then sell it back to the shop in 2 months. Finally found a place called... something or other. Can’t remember. Either way, they sold me a quarter-length guitar, very similar to the one I have in England; and the receipt says that they’ll buy it back from me for half the price in 2 months time. Which I think is worth it; I was getting really irritated having nothing to play. Although, my hand now hurts, because I’ve been playing it since I got back. But that’s what it’s all about. Although it means I’ve gone a bit over my budget for this week. Which again, is what it’s all about.

I still haven’t eaten the ‘Plopp’. The other bar I got was called ‘Japp’. Japp said “Nytt Recept” across the top, which I guess means “New Recipe”. It also says “Creative Edition No1”, which I think is much stranger. I was very intrigued as to what it was going to be, with the description being (in English) “Milk chocolate filled with cocoa meringue and soft caramel.” Cocoa meringue? That sounds really interesting, I wonder how it works in a chocolate bar. Turns out it’s just a mars bar, with a different name. I would never have described nougat as ‘cocoa meringue’. Speaking of which, there’s a bar in this country called a ‘Nougat’ bar, which I was really looking forward to. Turns out it’s basically a hazelnut praline bar, but with nothing around it. So it’s kinda gooey and horrible, and just not very nice.

Yesterday was the first day I really wished I could speak Swedish. Sure I know the odd word, and I can read it Okish. I think, anyway – there was an advert on the train today that said “Mjölkningrobotsen kan inte göra allt” (or something similar), which I think means “The milking robots cannot do everything.” ANYWAY, yesterday, a girl came up to me while I was waiting at the platform. She looked about 9 years old, and she was asking something. But all I said was “Sorry... I can’t speak Swedish.” I would have stopped and tried to help her, but she asked as the train pulled up. Don’t worry, she didn’t look too scared or worried or anything. But it did make me feel nice that she thought I looked like the sort of person who is approachable.

Oh yeah, thaaaat’s the other thing about living here – the whooshing sounds the doors make. I think it’s cos of the way the air flows through this building; the kitchen door makes a really audible windy noise. It’s like something out of a horror movie; it sounds a bit like wind blowing through the trees at night. And then it suddenly stops when you open the door. My bedroom door does the same sometimes, but when you close it – it kind of goes in a crescendo as the door closes, then suddenly stops once the door is actually closed. It is creepy.