17:30 Lois kommer hjem og vi spiser aftensmad på terrassen.
19:00 Vi lytter lidt til radio. Vi hører et interessant radio-program,
”The Last Word”, for at se hvem i de seneste 2 uger er død. Der er ingen omtale
om enten Lois eller mig, så min konklusion er, at vi lever endnu, gudskelov!
Det morsomme med at være et menneske, er, at hvis man er i live, ved man, at
man er i live, men hvis man er død, ved man det ikke – underligt, ikke?
Det ville være meget underholdende, hvis man i virkeligheden kunne
hjemsøge ens venner og familie efter man er død, men jeg er bange for, at dette
desværre kun er en myte.
Vi lytter til radio-programmet. Det viser sig, at mindst fem personer i
de sidste to uger er død. Det er meget interessant, som altid, at høre om deres
karrierer.
(a) Hertugen af Westminster,
Storbritanniens rigeste mand, der hele livet igennem hjalp med at organisere
Storbritanniens hjemmeværn.
(b) Edward Daly, tidligere
katolske biskop af Londonderry i løbet af konflikten in Nordirland.
(c) Suzanne Wright,
amerikaner, der førte en kampagne for at synliggøre problemerne af autistiske
børn. Hun havde en autistiske barnebarn, men hendes datter (barnets mor)
modsatte sig sin mors kampagne – du godeste!
(d) Ahmed Zewail, en
egyptiske kemiker, der arbejdede på Caltech og vandt en Nobelpris i 1999.
(e) Ivo Pitanguy, en
brasiliansk kirurg, der især blev berømt for ”rumpeløft”: Brasilianere bekymrer
sig tilsyneladende meget for deres bagdele – du godeste! Dagen før sin død
havde han holdt den olympiske fakkel under åbningsceremonien i Rio. Stakkels
Ivo, han blev formentlig overspændt – det har jeg ikke nogen tvivl om !!!! Lad os håbe i det mindste
at nogle af hans rumpeløft-operationer kommer til at hjælpe de brasilianske
atleter, der deltager i højdespring og stangspring osv!
22:00 Vi går i seng – zzzzz!!!!!!
05:30 Jeg står tidligt op og laver én af mine rutinemæssig danske
ordforrådtester.
07:30 Jeg skynder mig ind i køkkenet og laver to kopper te. Jeg bringer
dem op på vores soveværelse. Vi ligger inde i sengen og drikker teen. Vi står
op og spiser morgenmad.
09:00 Vi kører over til det lokale Sainsburys-supermarked for at købe
ind. På vej tager vi et smut i Waghornes, den lokale slagter, for at købe brød,
kød og bacon osv.
10:30 Vi kommer hjem og slapper af med en kop te på terrassen.
11:00 Jeg kigger lidt på internettet. Jeg ser at Charlottenlund er
blevet Danmarks dyreste postdistrikt at bo i. Du godeste! Charlottenlund ligger
ikke ret langt fra det hus, hvor vores ældre datter Alison bor med sin mand,
Ed, og deres tre børn. Og Gentofte, hvor familien bor, ligger lige i hælene på
Charlottenlund – du godeste!
Alison og Lois går på indkøb i august 2015 i Charlottenlund - hurra!
13:00 Vi spiser frokost på terrassen. Derefter går jeg i seng og tager
mig en lang lur – zzzzzz!!!!!
15:00 Jeg står op. Jeg har fået en sms fra Sarah, vores yngre datter,
der bor i Perth, Australien. Hun og hendes mand, Francis, modtog i går nøglerne
til deres nye hus i Yanchep. De har begyndt på at rykke alle deres møbler i en
varevogn. Stakkels Sarah og Francis. Jeg misunder dem ikke, fordi de må også
passe samtidig på deres 3-årige tvillinger, også familiens hund, Buddy - sikke et mareridt!
English translation
17:30 Lois comes home
and we eat dinner on the terrace.
19:00 We listen a little
to the radio. We hear an interesting radio program, "The Last Word",
to see who has died in the past two weeks. There is no mention of either Lois
or me, so my conclusion is that we are still alive, thank God! The funny thing
with being a human being is that if you are alive, you know that you are alive,
but if you're dead, you do not know it - weird, isn't it!?
It would be very
entertaining if you really could haunt your friends and family after you are
dead, but I am afraid that unfortunately this is only a myth.
We listen to the radio
program. It turns out that at least five people in the past two weeks have
died. It is very interesting, as always, to hear about their careers.
(A) the Duke of
Westminster, Britain's richest man who throughout his life helped organize
Britain's Home Guard.
(B) Edward Daly, former
Catholic Bishop of Londonderry during the conflict in Northern Ireland.
(C) Suzanne Wright,
American who led a campaign to highlight the problems of autistic children. She
had an autistic grandson, but her daughter (the mother) opposed her mother's
campaign - my goodness!
(D) Ahmed Zewail, an
Egyptian chemist who worked at Caltech and won a Nobel Prize in 1999.
(E) Ivo Pitanguy, a
Brazilian surgeon who became especially famous for "butt-lift":
Brazilians apparently worry a lot about their backsides - my goodness! The day
before his death he held the Olympic torch during the opening ceremony in Rio.
Poor Ivo, he probably got overwrought - no doubt about that!!!!
22:00 We go to bed -
zzzzz !!!!!!
05:30 I get up early and
do one of my routine Danish vocabulary tests.
07:30 I hurry into the
kitchen and make two cups of tea. I bring them up to our bedroom. We lie in bed
and drink tea. We get up and eat breakfast.
09:00 We drive over to
the local Sainsbury's supermarket to shop. On the way, we pop into Waghornes,
the local butcher, to buy bread, meat and bacon etc.
10:30 We get home and
relax with a cup of tea on the terrace.
11:00 I look a bit at
the Internet. I see that Charlottenlund has become Denmark's most expensive
postal district to live in. My goodness! Charlottenlund is located not far from
the house where our older daughter Alison lives with her husband, Ed, and their
three children. And Gentofte, where the family lives, is right on the heels of
Charlottenlund - my goodness!
Alison and Lois go shopping in Charlottenlund in August 2015- hurrah!
13:00 Lunch on the terrace. Then I go to bed and take a long nap - zzzzzz !!!!!
15:00 I get up. I've got
a text message from Sarah, our younger daughter, who lives in Perth, Australia.
She and her husband, Francis, received the keys to their new house in Yanchep
yesterday. They have begun to move all their furniture in a van. Poor Sarah and
Francis. I do not envy them, because they also have to take care simultaneously of their
3-year-old twins and also Buddy, the family’s dog - what a nightmare!
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